longing

Oh, I wish I lived in a caravan!_ said Jimmy longingly. __ow lovely it must be to live in a house that has wheels and can go away down the lanes and through the towns, and stand still in fields at night!

The same thing that had happened with the flowers was happening with my longing: once I held it in my hands, I didn't know where to put it.

Yet my longing for her was like a bad cold that had hung on for years despite my conviction that I was sure to get over it at any moment.

Oh, if only I could hurt with such misery once again, to feel the powers of love here inside my heart, the joys of heaven and the pains of hell!

I do,_ Drew admitted, his eyes devouring my body appreciatively. __ut with you_I want so much more, Summer. So much more than you__e willing to give me._ He paused, __very single touch, every single look you give me, I cherish.

She did not tell him this, because it would hurt him to know she had felt that way for a while, that her relationship with him was like being content in a house but always sitting by the window and looking out.

She didn__ know that my heart was a sandstorm waiting to open her skin in a desert of cuts. She didn__ know the animal that waited in my stomach, silently shredding the walls. For her, my heart wore small white shoes and carried a purse, went to bed early. I wanted to shoot myself into her arms so she understood the need to crash cars with me, to tear up pavement because we were beautiful.

In the distance,far over there, only the eyes can travel when the body is weary.

Clairey knew well that it was one thing to occupy his bed, quite another to occupy his heart.

30 cents, two transfers, loveThinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two transfers before discovering that I was alone.

We clean our plates, yet we__e still famished__tarving for something other than food.

The voice of the waves was now mixed with strange sounds; laughter, running feet and the clanging of great bells far out to sea. Snufkin lay still and listened. dreaming and remembering his trip round world. Soon I must set out again, he thought. But not yet.

We have it in our head that if we fill our stomachs, we__l fill our hearts.

If only they could listen with their hearts & not their minds, maybe then they would understand that often times it's the emotions not spoken that are longing to be heard.

In his heart, some tiny piece of what hadn't happened would lodge.

I wanted so terribly to be good to him.

What did I know of loving anything, beyond a longing, beyond being biased in one woman's direction.

A chaotic mix of emotions churned inside him. Relief. Anger. Longing. She was the last person in the world he wanted to see. She was the only person in the world he wanted to see.