Quotes About Longing

Please, ground, just open up and let me fall into an endless crevasse till I hit the center of the earth and combust. Please. Is that too much to ask?

Please, please be some sex-starved nutcase who wants to kidnap me and make me your love slave, I begged silently.

What?" I wanted to climb him like a tree.

Qué enfermo cuento de hadas era, si él estaba hecho exactamente para mí y yo no estaba bien para él?

Alex held her gaze. "I love you, Annie," he whispered hoarsely, and then he opened his arms to her. For a moment that seemed to last an eternity, Alex waited, silently praying for a miracle as he hadn't since childhood. Just one little miracle. "Please ..." he whispered raggedly. "Come here, Annie love.

When you run, run to me

What do you mean? How does he look at me? I don't know. It's like you're a chocolate ice- cream and he doesn't have a spoon.

Hunter slipped from the bed and grabbed his breeches to pull them on. Bathed in moonlight, the planes of his body were gilded with silver, its contours cast into delineative shadow. Clutching a fur to her chest, Loretta sat up, pretending not to notice. She did, though, and what she saw set her pulse to skittering. Perhaps beautiful wasn't an appropriate adjective for a man, but it was the only word that came to her.

She swallowed, trying to avoid his gaze and failing miserably. When their eyes met, she felt as if the ground fell away. There was no mistaking that look in his eye. The moment of reckoning had come.

How can you not hear the song my heart sings, Blue Eyes?

He gazed into the darkness at the flickering shadows. Above the tops of the trees on the opposite side of the river, he could see endless stretches of starlit sky. He longed for home where the plains stretched forever, where the wind sighed through the river canyons, sweet with the smell of grass and mesquite. If only his friends hadn't come across a mute yellow-hair and ridden to tell him.

Hunter bent his head and pressed his face against her hair. The next instant she felt his lips on her neck. She also felt his hand on her posterior. Frustrated by her high neckline and her full skirts, he made a fist in the calico. "So much wannup. Where are you, Blue Eyes?

Frustrated by her high neckline and her full skirts, he made a fist in the calico. "So much wannup. Where are you, Blue Eyes?" He started to lift her dress. Loretta reached behind her and caught his hand. "Wha--what're you doin'?" He lifted his head, eyes alight with teasing mischief. "I search for my woman. You are in there.

I would have you beside me," he told her huskily.

He must figger it's good riddance," Amy mused. "They can cover twice the distance we can in a day. What else could've took him so long?" Loretta had no illusions. Hunter would follow her--to the ends of the earth if he had to.

The wind brushed her cheeks, catching his name and carrying it away from her. She crossed her arms over her breasts and sobbed, her gaze fixed on the rise. She would never again look at the horizon without seeing him outlined there.

Knowing what he wanted, he went after it with single-minded intensity, until a hoarse moan ripped from her and she arched toward him, her body jerking with every pass of his tongue. His, at last.

As pleased as Loretta was to see her aunt, she went up the sagging steps with mixed emotions, glancing over her shoulder at the horizon, watching for Hunter. He would come for her now. An inexplicable eagerness filled her. She was anxious to go home--back to the village, back to their lodge, back to his arms. Home wasn't here at this little farm anymore. Home was where Hunter was, anywhere he was.

Did she know she took with her a little bit of his heart?

I'm frightened," she said shakily. "I am frightened beside you," he murmured. "You? But why are you--" "Because you are sunshine. Because you make a glad song inside me. I have great fear that you will go away from me.

My heart rides with you, tah-mah. " Hunter moved his hands in a light caress down Loretta's arms, then released her. "And mine remains here.

Hunter. If he was alive, Loretta knew he would come after her. And he had to be alive. She couldn't bear it if he wasn't. Life without him was inconceivable. She prayed as she had never prayed in her life, ceaselessly, with all her heart--for a man she had once hated.

You would prefer that she live for always away from you?" Hunter's gut contracted. In that instant he realized how much he wanted the woman beside him. "I would prefer that my eyes never again fall upon her than to see her die.

You have stolen my heart from me, Blue Eyes.