Quotes About Longing

You have lost your honey tongue, it seems. Have you no greeting for me after so many years? I grieved for you and searched for you, always hoping you still lived. How crue is fate to give me this reassurance but to put a wasp of a changeling in your place.

Varian was sitting in a chair beside the fire, in Finnigin's room. He was staring into the flames, his fingers steepled against his lips, his long legs thrust out onto the hearth. The gems upon his fingers glittered darkly, and his trembling hair gleamed like fluid. When Finnigin saw him there, he was aware of the force of Varian's attractiveness. It seemed to be dangerous, like a weapon, or a lie.

What lived in the room was never far from Daniel's mind. It lurked there, like something he didn't want to to do and had forcibly forgotten, or something to be face in the future that he dreaded. What lived there was the ghost of his former love.

Almorante and I were once very close. Bizarrely, I was assailed by the desire to discuss things with him, as I always used to. I realize I must have missed it.

For a moment, she thought of Varencienne and an unfamilar pang clenched her heart. My daughter, she thought. Where is she? Will she ever forgive me for this?

There were elements of Owen in Jack; the litheness, the clever sarcasm, the apartness from Daniel that meant only later you'll be mine.

For me, the coupling of flesh is not enough. It is but a parody.

You are beautiful, Daniel thought, but empty. I thought I wanted to touch you, but I don't. You won't let me reach the places I want to touch.

This man was hers. She could have him whenever she wanted to.

He felt desire, but it wasn't urgent, more a simple need for oneness with this new company.

He felt as if all the clocks in the world stopped at that moment. Would Daniel dare not come to him?

To Aninka, he seemed all bones and ribs, his skin stretched tightly over his body. His slim naked feet looked fragile. Aninka swallowed, thought Shem's boy. And understood immediately the root of Taz's desire. Shemyaza had touched this creature; part of him lived in Daniel.

Memories were perhaps sweeter than reality.

He's beautiful," she said, an inadequate response in comparison to the strange lurch she felt in her belly. The eyes of the portrait seemed to stare right into her: "He looks sad." "That was painted just before he went to Magrast for the first time. He wasn't happy about leaving home.

Take me, Sacramante, I thought, eyes closed. I am yours.

Pharinet, more than anyone he knew, craved freedom.

Miahel had been confined to atelier courts for over forty years; now he emerged, fresh as a dew-heavy bird, sleeky fed and quivering with unspent energy.

We have yearned for one another because we are just parts of a sundered soul. The soul is big, so big. Perhaps it belongs to a fragmented god, and there may be good reason why it fragmented. I don't know.

She craves his attention, and the least morsel of it gives her satisfaction.

He drifted into his memories then, and Sarpanita's mind was filled with dusty images, like ancient paintings hung too long in the light. She fell into the dream of them, lived them; saw Shemyaza as a young man, heard his laughter. He was beautiful in the alien way of the Annage, with the incredible height and in his long, serpent face. She knew that Penemue had loved him as more than a brother. He showed her their love-making and she could witness it without shyness.

You chose the wrong path, Wilfish. You could have been with me, which we both know is what you truly desired.

If he went away, would the link between himself and the others be broken? Would he be free or drawn back against his will? Would Owen come after him? He shuddered at the thought, suddenly presented with the image in his mind of a moonlit night, himself in a small room alone, and a figure outside below, looking up at his window, forming a wordless summoning.

He sensed immediately the woman's spirit of yearning, her unfulfilled dreams.

He has been away from the world for a long time, and a cage is no place to reacquaint yourself with reality.