Quotes About Longing

That would do the trick, he said hoarsely. Jesus, Harper, I don't understand why we don't have guys following us from town to town just to watch you do that. Because I've never done it for anyone but you, I said. You don't think I'd say something like that to anyone else, do you? Please, he said. Please do that for me. And no one else.

I stopped for a moment, biting the inside of my cheek. This was the hardest part. I want to be first. I know that's selfish, and maybe unattainable, and maybe shallow. But I just want to come first with someone. If that's wrong, so be it. I'll be wrong. But that's the way I feel.

His eyes looked at my body as if it were a drink of water on a desert dune.

that the creature I loved was lying somewhere in a hole underground, to all intents and purposes dead until dark.

Oh, boy, he could kiss.

I couldn't speak, for once in my life. I was terrified of seeing him again; and I would rather have shaved my head than not see him again.

I liked long skirts, he said nostalgically. I liked the underthings women wore. The petticoats.

I enjoyed my arms around him, the sense of him next to me. And if you were to ask me, I would confess that I thought Sam and I would be together, maybe by Christmas, maybe for always. I couldn't imagine a future without him. But I also knew that if he turned away from me at this moment, somehow I would survive that, and I would find a way to flourish like the yard that still bloomed and grew around my family home. I'm Sookie Stackhouse. I belong here.

the ache became longing, longing became nostalgia, nostalgia became fondness, and after a while he could see the funny side of it. A long while.

Tu novio-repitió-. Eso suena... joven. Y hace mucho que no lo soy. Eric Northman

I would give anything to lie with you again," he said.

To live without you, only that would be torture. A day alone, only that would be death.

It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not.

And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself; and in the wasteland of desire your eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst.

Il me semble que je serais toujours bien la ou je ne suis pas. It seems to me that I will always be happy in the place where I am not.

Flesh is willing, but the Soul requires Sisyphean patience for its song, Time, Hippocrates remarked, is short and Art is long.

If you have everything, then you don't want to go on. It's the lacking that makes you search for something better.

Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.

When I told the Pacers I wanted to play for the Lakers, that was true feelings. I wanted to come back home.

In the end of five years I made supplication to the king to go out of this land, desiring to see my poor wife and children according to conscience and nature.

I think childhood is to everyone a lost land.

This kind of devotion doesn't exist anymore, that you would spend half your life in love with somebody and you never even see that person. One or two meetings is enough.

If I were to do a drama again, I would really like to work on a fatal melodrama, like a love that can't be.

Oh, to me not drinking is like being dead, almost. I sit here taking endless journeys down memory lane. It gets boring.