Charlaine Harris Quotes

Wilbur didn't want food, he wanted love.

I want you too much. I want you with me, in my life, in my bed. If i can have that, nothing else matters.

My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.

I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel. More than I think you'll ever know.

Right now, I wish I’d stayed because I want you at my side. That sounds pretty selfish, but I don’t mean it that way. You just never needed me that way; I said it to you once as I was leaving—that you love me, but you don’t need me. You don’t lean. But I admire that about you, and I could use some of your strength right now.

I just want to be loved, is that so wrong?!

The union of a want and a sentiment.

I have sometimes wondered if the greatest desire of man is to be known and loved anyway.

I wanna be loved. I just wanna be loved.

What love is depends on where you are in relation to it. Secure in it, it can feel as mundane and necessary as air - you exist within it, almost unnoticing. Deprived of it, it can feel like an obsession; all consuming - a physical pain.

The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness.

All my boyhood, all I ever wanted was to be loved.

I have no agenda - just to be loved.

I always wanted to be loved.

Everyone yearns for love, and everyone struggles for love.

Touch, touch, touch, touch me love, I'm shaking inside.

Good because I want you too. Now. Forever. Just you

There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in wanting very much to share your life with somebody.

To want is to have a weakness.

He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. And he needed her now.

I don't have the strength to stay away from you anymore

Such is the love of praise, so great the anxiety for victory.

I'm afraid they're in love," he said, concerned. "They don't want to leave you." He lifted one hand from her waist to gently brush a pair from her neck, where their wings fanned against her jaw. Melancholy, he said, "I know just how they feel.

I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.

We love only what we do not wholly possess.