Quotes About Longing

my life feels so small it itches, like a too-tight wool sweater

Days like these go on for years. It's the ones you want to last that slip away—one, two, three—in seconds.

You can't lost what you never had.

I repeat the words that I wish someone would say to me, and then suddenly we are kissing. I taste his grief and his need and his tears and my tears.

It is a torturously laboured ride home like this. Allyson is desperate for it to end and would like for it to go on forever. Willem is just desperate for it to end. He is so full of wanting that it is painful and Allyson keeps lifting his shirt and licking his back, which she shouldn't do while he's riding a bike because he might pass out (But she shouldn't stop, either.)

After a while, I stop and sit down and look out over the water. On the other side is Europe. Somewhere over there is him. And somewhere over there, a different version of me.

We are so close, but he's looking at her, so he doesn't see me at all.

If he had such a strong effect on me over the computer, with all those miles and false identities between us, what is he going to do to me in person?

All temporal, partial experience of God inevitably leaves a sense of dissatisfaction behind.

As a rule, man's a fool; When it's hot he wants it cool, When it's cool he wants it hot, Always wanting what is not.

it made my little heart go pitter patter that he was racing across an ocean to be by my side. That is until he added, "Don't do anything stupid until I get there.

I like to be admired from afar, and then complimented up close.

I have to know" "What? What do you have to know?" "What you taste like." Another step. What happens when you know?" she rasped. "I stop wondering. Stop dreaming of you every night, thinking of you every minute of every day." Another step closer. "I think you wonder, too. I think you dream of me and wonder. You hate yourself for it. You hate me for it, but you cannot stop.

Wildness had never been a part of her life. Home, work, home, work. That's all her life had consisted of, really. She'd told Maddox that she'd been glad for her solitude, bu the truth was, there were times she'd been starved for touch. Any touch.

William, my sweet William! I want him.

For so long I'd wanted my life to be nothing more than a dream. Now, with emotions and sensations flooding me, I wanted this reality.

Thinking about her again caused his body to harden, to ready... "Uh, I'm happy to sit close to you and everything, but I had no idea you would like it so much," Paris muttered. For the first time in hundreds of years, Maddox felt a blush creep into his cheek, "It's not for you." "Thank the gods," was his friends reply. -Maddox and Paris

I haven't have fun for a long time," Kaia said with a pout. "Me, either. Except with myself, but I don't suppose that counts." "It does the way I do it.

Sweet pea, you are my favorite hello and my hardest goodbye, and I don't want to go a day without you. Consider that your official invitation

I am cruel and I am selfish, but this need I have inside me, this need for you and no other, is stronger than anything else I've ever encountered. I doubt two years of lockup would dull it in the slightest.

You are my sickness, and I want nothing to do with a cure. ~ Torin

Would do anything for five more minutes. Just five. To hold her hand, to tell her I forgive her.

When you lost something precious, the memories of it became a tormenting reminder of what you could never have again.

What we want is not always what we need.