Quotes About Longing

You're the only person I've ever loved like this, and I know you're the only person I ever will. And I'm not myself without you, Emma. Once you dissolve dye in water, you can't take it back out. It's like that. I can't take you out of me. It means cutting out my heart, and I don't like myself without my heart, I know that now.

You're all he ever wants.

She hated that will had this effect on her. Hated it. She knew better. She knew what he thought of her. That she was worth nothing. And still a look from him could make her tremble with mingled hatred and longing. It was like poison in her blood, to which Jem was the only antidote.

Will," she whispered against his mouth. She wanted him closer to her so badly, it was like an ache, a painful hot ache that spread from her stomach to speed her heart and knot her hands in his hair and set her skin burning. "Will, you need not be so careful. I will not break.

I don't want the world. I want you.

I have wanted to do this," he said, "every moment of every hour of every day that I have been with you since the day I met you. but you know that. You must know. Don't you?

I loved you recklessly from the moment I knew you. I never cared about the consequences. I told myself I did, I told myself you wanted me to, and so I tried, but I never did. I wanted you more than I wanted to be good. I wanted you more than I wanted anything, ever.

I want to kiss you one more time before I die.

He was the one she was doing all this for, but sometimes she missed him so much it felt like she swallowed broken glass.

When I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind's eye always with a book in your hand.

If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me

But all these were things he could not want, because they were things he could not have, and wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness.

I would have given it up--all of it up--to be married to you for a day. A day that would never have come. You are a reminder--a reminder of everything I am losting. The Life I will not have.

Will pushed his hands through his damp hair. "Oh, yes," he said bitterly. "Perhaps in some other life, beyond this one, when we have passed beyond the river, or turned upon the Wheel, or whatever kind words you want to use to describe leaving this world, I shall find my friend again, my parabatai. But I have lost you now—now, when I need you more than I ever did!

But God knows, I don't want anyone but you. I don't even want to want anyone but you.

I was even a little glad that if it wasn't going to be me she wanted, it was going to be someone who really deserved her.

Tessa is gone, and every moment she is gone is a knife ripping me apart from the inside.

Be good, my archer boy. Come back to me.

He had lost Will Herondale. And he did not know if he could ever get him back.

Don't be with him, don't want him, don't go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me. I don't know how to be without you.

He found himself wanting to write poetry about how her blue eyes were like starlight and her hair like night, because "night" and "starlight" rhymed, but he had a feeling the poem wouldn't turn out that well...

Strangely, what pierced his heart and mind most sharply was not the memory of her lips under his at the ball, but the way she had leaned into his neck, as if she trusted him utterly. He would have given everything he had in the world and everything he would ever have, just to lie beside her in the narrow infirmary bed and hold her while she slept. Pulling away from her had been like pulling his own skin off, but he'd had to do it.

wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness

I thought of you," he said again, "and it was as if you were there, with me. I saw your face. Your hair …" He wound a finger through a dangling curl beside her face. She could feel the warmth from his hand against her cheek. "And I was no longer afraid. I knew I would be able to come home, because of you. That you would lead me back. You are my constant star, Daisy.