Quotes About Longing

Soon a rhythm was established, and it was thereafter rare that more than a few waking hours would pass without contact between them, and they found themselves in those early days of their romance growing hungry, touching each other, but without bodily adjacency, without release. They had begun, each of them, to be penetrated, but they had not yet kissed.

touching each other, but without bodily adjacency, without release. They had begun, each of them, to be penetrated, but they had not yet kissed.

I'm more unsettled than nervous. It's like I'm an oyster. I've had this sharp speck inside me for a long time, and I've been trying to make it more comfortable, so slowly I've turned it into a pearl.

He preferred to abide, in a sense, in the past, for the past offered more to him.

I thought about this. As I have already told you, I did not grow up in poverty. But I did grow up with a poor boy's sense of longing

So long awaited that its coming was a shock.

Lina bolted up in the morning, thinking she'd slept in. She pined for regular days, which used to include heat, bees, a messy room, songs, a crush. Now she would never have them again.

But would I have chosen to be Paul? I'd miss Will too much, the feel of his shins.

Her need for love is as wide as that sky out there and as impossible for an unwinged mortal to fulfill.

A man cannot live without water. He cannot live without it, but he can bear the thought of no water. A man can live without sex. He can live without it, but he cannot bear the thought of no sex.

He still smelled of limes. It made saliva come into her mouth. It made her feel that before she had been sleepy, and now she was awake.

It does take time. From the day I laid eyes on her, I wished Miss Louise Grady could just once look at me and see me. For years I kept that twinkling chance like a jewel in a box. That's what unrequited means.

I close my eyes, a useless flutter. I open them, and I see you half a world away. I hear fever parting your lips. I feel your shivering, colorless geckos running down your spine. I smell the night sweat that has bathed you clean.

El desear y el gozar nos llevan al mismo dolor

Biz her ÅŸeyde birbirimizin yar?s? idik: Åžimdi ben onun pay?n? çalar gibi oluyorum. Her iÅŸte onun yar?s?, ikinci yar?s? olmaya o kadar al??m??t?m ki, ÅŸimdi art?k yar?m bir varl?k gibiyim. Ne yapsam, ne düÅŸünsem onun eksikliÄŸini duyuyorum.

She kissed Beckett, and Han was torn between wanting to look away to give them privacy, and wanting to look and see what love was like when you were allowed to have it.

He felt her there beside him, just as she had always been on evenings like this when he had called for music, and when her touch on her instrument, or her least word to him, had been so much her own; except that he would have preferred even to this vivid dream her simple reality in the dark.

you're quite wrong there, Collie. One does miss sex. The body has a life of it's own. We do miss what we haven't had, you and I. Biologically. Ask Sigmund Freud. It is revealed in dreams. The absent touch of warm limbs at night, the absent

Poi lui la baciò e sentì il sapore del formaggio, intenso e salato, del burro e delle patate. E per la prima volta da molto tempo risero insieme. Mi sei mancata tanto, avrebbe voluto dirle, ma temeva di suonare falso.

Ti amo, Madame Escoffier.» «Ci sono state delle volte in cui l'hai dimenticato.» Non replicò nulla. Era vero e lo sapevano entrambi. «Essere dimenticati è la cosa più triste al mondo», affermò lei.

He groped for and cupped her hot little slew from behind, then frantically scrambled into a boy's sandcastle- molding position; but she turned over, naively ready to embrace him the way Juliet is recommended to receive her Romeo.

If love was the result of having caught a glimpse of another's loneliness, then he had loved Mikal since they were both ten years old.

In some respects, grief for the lost and missing is worse than grief for the dead, and sometimes just for a fraction of a second its intensity makes her wish Mikal would cease to exist, so she wouldn't have to wonder if she will ever see him again.

Laments were as old as verses of love, she knew. They were verses of love. For the departed who will never be met again, for the burned cities.