Quotes About Longing

Hunter grew amused, watching Loretta. When she threw him an accusing glance, he noted that her pupils had flared until her irises were almost black. Crimson rode her cheeks, and a rosy flush colored her slender throat. He wondered if her entire body was pink and wish they were alone so he could find out. Soon. Tonight he would build a fire so she couldn't hide in shadows, and he would learn every inch of her, slowly.

A wonderfully hard arm encircled her, his broad wrist pressed against her spine, his long fingers fanning between her shoulder blades. She let her head fall back to accommodate his caressing mouth. " Hi, hites ," she whispered. "Hello," he murmured against her ear, sending spirals of longing down her spine.

Maybe the only reason I like him is because I had a crush on him for so long it became a part of me.

Fling is feeling without the two e's.

For some reason, he belonged more in Wisconsin. Because of me, because I was there. Not that I ever managed to talk to him for more than ten minutes, and not that I ever had the nerve to ask him out. But still, I loved him. Deeply.

the place seemed different without him, bare of personality. Last night she had again confronted herself, and the knowledge that she was letting herself down by even thinking the way she did and had again brought forth the rejoinder: what real harm could there be in thinking because all she would ever have of him were thoughts, She would never give herself away and so who was to know what she thought.

in at night, seein' you out in the mornin', the memory of that'll last me.' 'Oh, Bertha.' He leant forward

All my life I have dreamed of you.

Shadow turned. Her eyes were wet; she smiled at him wanley. "I'll be she loved you.

Our unconscious needs are strong—so strong that they can overwhelm us. We all desperately want to be loved.

Finally, chocking with sobs, she said, "I was nice every time because I thought maybe this time she'll love me. I thought I just hadn't found the right combination of things to do. There was always the next time. Just one morning I wanted to come down the stairs and have her not say 'Good morning, monster.' If I worked hard enough, I'd find how to make her love me.

Mais les larmes sont celles d'une joie désespérée. Tout a été largué, mais ce tout n'a été que ça : le corps que j'ai livré n'était qu'un souffle d'air et celui que j'ai embrassé se trouve déjà à des années-lumière. Comment, dans un tel dénuement, ne pas exprimer sa détresse ?

Boredom is that agitated space between relaxation and action; dialed down, it can become a pleasant kind of inertia or a meditative stillness, where it feels good to sit quietly with your own thoughts; cranked up a notch, it can produce creative release. But that middle place is the boredom itself – restlessness with no movement. A dull and desperate longing for something else. From Catastrophic Happiness.

I love you, but you want impossible things, Ash," he said, finally, and it was true. It still is. I want impossible things.

I'm not there," she says. "I'm not there to scramble his egg or kiss his forehead. My baby. I'm not going to be there. The whole rest of his life he's going to be sick without me. How can that be?

Ali Pomeroy, wherever you are. Come back to me.

Lastly, do I vow, that mine eyes desire you above all things.

And then, every time I didn't see her, there was a fall involved. I thought about dancing on the fifth-floor ledge outside out apartment. Every train she wasn't on felt something like hitting the pavement from five floors up. So maybe my father was right about that. Maybe happiness and excitement really are dangerous things.

we can't even say what it is we're missing. It's like you can feel the hole, but you don't know what's supposed to fill it, because it's something you've never seen. You don't want it to be every man for himself, but it sort of is. And there's not much you can do about it. I don't mean to talk in riddles.

Like I told you before, it gets to be an addiction. You want to be OK right now, so you trade that for having a good life in the long run. It's a bad trade, but people do it all the time. That's all addiction really is. It's trading away the future so you can feel OK right now.

Why be given hours and days if all you want to do is make them go away again?

Nothing hurts like romance.

I think god made a mistake with me. I think I should have been a horse. He probably has a lot on his mind, you know. I don't just mean I want to be a horse, or I wish I was. I mean I think I am, only stuck in the wrong shell.

Whatever big hole people got in their heart, they want something to fill it up. That's what he wants from you. But he'll never get it. Because you can't ever fill a hole in you with somebody else. But everybody keeps trying, though, even though it never brings nothing but heartache to both parties.