Quotes About Longing

This time, there are no tears. This time, there is only emptiness and I feel it set in the straight line of my mouth. I am not strong enough for this. I want an earthquake, a hurricane, anything - even a devil, the one with the cloven hoof - Mrs. Leed's unfortunate 13th child - to rush out and stomp on me, break me into little pieces and hurl me to the stars, let me go back with those people I love. Please.

Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

I can't leave you alone." He touched his lips to the smoothly rising slope of her shoulder. "The thought of you stumbles the beat of my heart and arouses such a hunger in me that I must seek you out or groan beneath the torture of it. You have chained me to you, Erienne. The beast is your slave." -Lord Saxton

air, and even the rain could not wash the

What I wouldn't give to share one more morning with my dad.

For love that is not requited in equal measure is not love at all; it is not sacred. And holding on to the ideal of such love can keep us from finding the one that is true.

stand at her side when she went to the queen. He was her true family, he and little Molly. And they both loved her and wanted her back home. Walter's idea was

There are men I could spend eternity with. but not this life.

And she knew that no matter how fast she moved, she could not reach her mother quickly enough, and the doctor would be too slow, and tomorrow would be terrible in a way that would make her long for the security of all her old dissatisfactions.

It's hard to miss something that you have never had.

If you love something, know that it will leave on a day you are far from ready.

There is not one part of me that won't shrink and die without you. There is not one moment when I will not regret the very air I breathe. I am inadequate, a complete failure in the very task of loving and yet I love you. I love you. Badly. Stupidly. As clumsily and as greedily and as hopelessly as a child. And I would not, for all the world, have you believe otherwise. I am broken.

The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking, The night's long hours still find me thinking, Of thee, thee, only thee.' Huge

Insomnia is the wish to be immortal, granted by an ass.

But as soon as she came here . . . she knew that she had lost what she wanted, that the life she had as a girl was the one she desired always, that she had no need of a prince, but only her dreams of a prince.

She pined for Rick and the brief but happy life they had once shared, before his drinking had ruined everything.

I do want it. Very much. I love him." Camilla sighed into another smile. "I know. I believe he loves you too." Rose shook her head. "He has yet to say it." "Men always feel it long before they say it, my dear. They're a little slow that way.

May gasped, wavered on her feet for a moment, then settled a wistful gaze on Cass's hair. "Oh my, ye have a lot, don't ye?" And her fingers began to twitch. Cook

If you ask me what I want, I'll tell you. I want everything.

I want to get out of here means I want to be innocent.

And the time to say it was days ago, perhaps weeks ago, but it was never said. Like the fireflies she used to keep in Mason jars, the promise of its telling had glowed intermittently. "I love you," he said. And now the fireflies shone with a constant light.

They intended to get married as soon as they returned to the plains and to have a honeymoon aboard one of the many cruise ships which took on passengers in Amritsar, for though Leonard longed to introduce his beautiful young wife to his dearest Lonnie he had

You taste of the cool water that hides deep in a stream. You taste of the night air, soft and scented and mysterious. The taste of you drives me wild. I want to be with you, be inside you, shout to the world that you are mine at the same time I want to keep you hidden where you will exist only for me. You make me feel invincible, little bird.

Let me love you, Ysolde. Let this happen. Since I was reborn, I have lived every moment in despair because I lost you. Let me worship you now as I've longed to do all those years." Baltic, Love In The Time of Dragons