Quotes About Longing

Fine. If I can't have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something.

All I know is, she's a pounding in my chest that I can't ignore. . . hell, that I don't WANT to ignore. [Rhage]

You've always had me ... and my heart. My soul. Everything. I wish it hadn't taken this long for me to man up.

You're the reason I get out of bed every night. And you're the reason I can't wait to come home every dawn. Not the war. Not the Brothers. Not even Butch. It's...you.

I love you. Z squeezed his eyes shut. Don't be a tragedy, Bella.

I have loved you for years. I have been in love with you for years and years and years ... throughout school and training ... before transitions and afterward ... when you approached me and yes, even now that you're with Saxton and you hate me. And that ... shit ... in my fucking head locked me down, locked everything down ... and it cost me you.

Call me, she whispered to him with a confidence that would fade as the days passed. Qhuinn smiled a little. Take care. At the sound of the two words, Blay relaxed, his big shoulders easing up. In Qhuinn-landia, Take care was synonymous with I'm never going to see, call or fuck you again.

Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God's sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He'd read that book, seen the movie, bought the soundtrack, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider's guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key. But just as he was aware of all that aligned them, he was even clearer on how they were damned to be ever apart.

Just once Blay said softly. Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like.

In a quiet voice, he said, How long's this been going on for you? With her. John took out a small pad he'd brought with him and wrote: Since the moment I first met her. After Rehv read the scribble, he frowned. She feel the same way? John did not drop his eyes as he shook his head. No sense hiding shit. Not with a symphath. Rehv nodded once. That's so like her. Goddamn it...okay, let's do this.

Text me when you want to see me again, he signed. I'm giving you your space, but know this: I will wait forever for you.

And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was... I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.

The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn's shoulders, carved into that smooth skin in the manner of the mating ritual. Never going to happen. They were destined to be best friends...which, compared to strangers, was something huge. Compared to lovers? It was the cold side of a locked door.

I wish I were whole. I wish I could have given you youngs, if you'd wanted them and I could conceive them. I wish I could have told you it killed me when you thought I had been with anyone else. I wish I had spent the last year waking up every night and telling you I loved you. I wish I had mated you properly the evening you came back to me from the dead.

I lived for the night, because I could go over to your house. It was the only thing that kept me going. You were the only thing, actually. It was… you.

Too late Bella. Now, it's too late. Show me.

How can you stand to have me near you? The only thing I can't handle is your leaving.

Especially as Blay's face came to mind. So beautiful. So very, very beautiful. It seemed silly and emasculating to call the guy that, but he was. Those damn lips were the problem … nice and cushioned on the bottom. Or maybe the eyes? So fucking blue. He'd kissed that mouth and loved it. Seen those eyes go wild. He could have had Blay first—and only. But instead? His cousin … "Oh, God …" he groaned.

The rejection didn't faze him. Fine. If I can't have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something.

He nodded and curled over his paper, writing quickly. As his words took form on the white page, she got to watch him...and realized she never wanted him to go. She wanted him here beside her forever.

As the two of them came up against each other, Qhuinn's mouth dropped open. But not because he was shocked an not because he wanted in on the action. He simply couldn't breathe. It was as if his ribs had frozen along with his heart. No...no, goddamn it, no... Tell me something, Saxton whispered. Have you ever kissed a male before? Yes, he has, Qhuinn wanted to scream - Blay shook his head. He actually shook his head.

In so many ways, he had wanted this his whole life—or at least ever since he'd survived his transition and had any sexual impulse at all. This moment was the culmination of countless daydreams and innumerable fantasies, his secret desire made manifest.

Fuck my cousin, it's got nothing to do with my cousin for me. If you were alone, I'd still be right on this carpet, on my knees, wanting to be with you. If you were mated to a female, if you were dating someone all casual and shit, if you were in a million different places in life … I'd still be right here. Begging you for something, anything one time, if that's all you've got.

Sorry to bother you," Bella said over the wailing. "But she wants her daddy.