Quotes About Longing

I want to lie down somewhere and suffer from love until it nearly kills me, and then I wnat to get up again and put on that little black dress and wait for you, yes you, to come over here and get down on your knees and tell me just how fucking good I look

Good-bye to how you'd curl away in sleep, one hand to your forehead, doing the hard work of dreaming... good-bye to your drunkenness, which I admit I liked because of how you'd cry sometimes, or follow me from room to room, naked, dripping from a bath, able to say what you couldn't, sober.

I'm saying I know all about you, whoever you are, it's spring and it's starting again, the longing that begins, and begins, and begins.

and it's starting again, the longing that begins, and begins, and begins.

How pure your longing to be anything other than yourself.

I'm like a kid waiting my turn for ice cream: "I want it now!" But these things never make me truly satisfied. They give me a quick buzz followed by a severe low and leave me wanting more of the same high.

Dear beautiful Spring weather, I miss you. Was it something I said?

Too many people surrender to a place of safety. That place where all they do is long to sleep so they can dream about living.

Hold me tight, down on my knees, so I don't go burning 'cross the breeze.

An unending kiss--that's all we ever wanted to feel when we paid to hear someone play.

Maybe it's not what we have that makes us who we are, it's what we're missing. A chromosome, a kidney, a sister, a feather, a bay.

Classic romance dilemma: you always want the man you can't have, and you never want the man that wants you.

I always wanted what Mom and Dad had.

lifted the jug he'd left in the shade between the mercantile and drugstore and took a lengthy swig, his gaze lifting to the window of Sadie's room. Wouldn't she rather have a whole house to call her own? Sure she would. Every woman wanted her own place, a husband, and a family. And he was willing to give it to her, if only she'd stop fluttering her eyelashes at the sheriff and look at Sid.

When he set her feet on the ground, she did not move her hands from his shoulders right away, but looked at him with a winsome expression. His breath came fast and hard, and he wished once more they could be alone and he could just kiss her and see what happened.

From now on, the sound of my nights will be the sound of her abscence.

Comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love.

Sex is a momentary itch, love never lets you go.

He thought how much he liked her and had in common with her, and how much she'd like and have in common with him if she only knew him.

Kerrigan?" she choked, cupping his face in both of her hands. "Come back to me." Suddenly, he drew a deep breath before he opened his eyes to look up at her. Instead of their normal black hue, they were a bright, crystal blue—the same color they had been when he was human.

She reached up to place her fingertips to his lips as she stared up at him with a warm, tender expression. "I wish you had come home to me so that I could have helped you." He pulled the cloth away from her face and stared at her for a hard second. "Had I known what was waiting for me, my lady, I would have." -Christian and Adara

Please don't send me away, Serenity. I came back because I need you. I want us…you, me, and Nicholas…to have a life together. To build a house…and…and farm like Jake, or maybe buy a business. I no longer care where I live. I just want to be with you, Serenity. With you and with Nicholas forever. Please say yes. (Morgan)

Don't touch me, Nora. (Ewan) Why? (Nora) If you touch me, I'll kiss you, and if I kiss you right now, I'm not sure I'll have the strength to pull back and be satisfied with just the taste of your lips. (Ewan)

I feel like a weed in the midst of Winter. 'Tis the sunshine of your smile that will bring back the Spring of my days. We arrive in four days. I hope you will grace me again with your presence. Yours, Morgan (Morgan's letter)