Quotes About Longing

Dear reader who finds this, if I am gone My name is Jinny I lived on this island I loved it I held on Too long

I traded being heartbroken over one guys for being completely heartbroken over another. And I didn't even get to have any fun in between. No relationship, no sex, not even a good makeout session.

I am freaked out, Jace. I'm freaked out because for some reason, I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop thinking about how it feels to kiss you, about how happy I was when we were going to be together, about how even though I feel like I should hate you, my heart knows that I don't.

Hannah." He looks at me, the same way he looked at me last night in the diner, with longing and sadness, and it's like everything I'm feeling I can see in his eyes. I want to kiss him so bad it hurts, but I know I can't. So instead, I tear my gaze from his and look down at the ground.

He takes a chicken tender and dunks it into the honey mustard. Something about that makes me sad. Because all the little things about him, like the way he loves honey mustard and the way he always forgets the cheese on my burger, aren't mine anymore. It's weird that everything can be the same, that he can go on liking honey mustard, and yet everything is different.

Sebastian notices the girl too, so he opens up his binder to a fresh sheet of paper, then takes out a pen and writes, "I still really miss you.

When we talk about an object of desire, we are really talking about a cluster of promises we want someone or something to make to us and make possible for us.

The last thing I want to do is harm her. Especially now. She's in me. I breathed her in. I kissed her and took a good long taste. This is not just a female I enjoy. This one is so much more than that. My beast has chosen and the man seems to agree.

Erin, I'd like to know you again. Can we do that?" He brushed the back of his knuckles down her cheek.

This was happy in a way she hadn't felt in so long. It rushed through her as she soaked it in. She hadn't even realized how starved she'd been for this. Not just sex, but zing. That connection with someone that lifts them into a totally different category in your life.

Panties can go. I like the socks, though." Ever so slowly, she pulled one tie and then the other and tugged until the panties fell from her body. "Seeing you naked is like being really hungry when you go grocery shopping. I want to rush and devour every inch of your body even when I know I'd be better off going slowly." "You're really good at this stuff." "Advance warning, a lot of this stuff goes into lyrics.

Because I know more and more that this glass here is so very dark, that this really is a long loneliness, that it is both lonely and long.

Okay, I'll admit that Chris and I still want each other. But need? Need is for your first lover on your twin bed in your college dorm.

Constantly texting with guys I'll probably never date is my current long term relationship.

She was incapable of dragging herself away from him; Even though talking over the situation with him had shattered her, being without him would have been even worse,as if it were only his presence that was stopping the pieces flying away in all directions.

My angel-boy is close now, as in five-feet-away close. There's no way I'm going to burst into song in front of him. But then the contrary part of me says, you're going to let a boy keep you from singing out loud? Sing, sister! Sing! So I do, and my angel-boy turns his head.

Stuart Weintraub was not only without Chloe, but also without sad Stuart eyes!

It seemed like a lifetime ago.

Love, the deadliest of all deadly things. It kills you. Alex. When you have it. Alex. And when you don't. Alex.

It's so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it's taking forever to come. Then it happens and it's over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.

And I saw and still see everything that I do have, but no matter what, there is always the itch of what gets lost.

Can you come here?' I say. I want to touch him before the pain is upon me, before the pain seals me into a selfish world where only I exist. He comes to me, holds my hands. "So this is it," he says. "In a couple of hours we'll be parents.

If you have been sick for a long, long time, Prozac may make you high. It probably won't make you, never quite managed to be a part of, but a world, nevertheless, that you at first fit into with the precision of a key to a lock or a neurotransmitter to its receptor.

I never said to myself, I am longing; that feeling lived at a level below language.