Lauren Oliver Quotes

When you're away, I'm restless, lonely, Wretched, bored, dejected; only here's the rub, my darling dear, I feel the same when you're near.

Longing hearts could only stand so much longing.

I can't imagine a sweeter agony, having him so close.

Love clamors far more incessantly and passionately at a closed gate than an open one!

She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.

Olympia thinks often about desire - desire that stops the breath, that causes a preoccupied pause in the midst of uttering a sentence - and how it may upend a life and threaten to dissolve the soul.

I'd forgotten how that sort of craving felt, how it rose suddenly and loudly from the pit of my stomach like a flock of startle birds, then floated back down in the slow, beguiling way of feathers.

In fact her maturity and blood kinship converted her passion to fever, so it was more affliction than affection. It literally knocked her down at night, and raised her up in the morning, for when she dragged herself off to bed, having spent another day without his presence, her heart beat like a gloved fist against her ribs. And in the morning, long before she was fully awake, she felt a longing so bitter and tight it yanked her out of a sleep swept clean of dreams.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.

He never hurries. He never shows his cards. He always hangs up first....Like when we first started talking on the phone, he would always be the one who got off first. When we kissed, he always pulled away first. He always kept me just on the edge of crazy. Feeling like I wanted him too much, which just made me want him more....[It was] excruciating and wonderful. It feels good to want something that bad. I thought about him the way you think about dinner when you haven't eaten for a day and a half. Like you'd sell your soul for it.

Nothing remains but desire, and desire comes howling down Elysian Fields like a mistral.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

Lust is the craving for salt of a man who is dying of thirst.

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.

His eyes burned violet - not with anger but with intense desire. The kind of look that made you love a person so much, you missed him even when he was standing right in front of you.

We love what we can't have, and we can't have what we love.

I believe there is something on this earth that you desire more than anything, and it isn't me.

Pleasure once tasted satisfies less than the desire experienced for its torments.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

I want you more than I should," she heard herself say. "I have you less than I want.

Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.

His gaze brushed over her, abstract and hungry. "You burn so very brightly, you know" "Yeah," she muttered. "You said.

Oh Alexander," she said, "what do you want from me..." "Everything!" he whispered fiercely.

...and the most intense desire gave force to her passionate words as the girl glanced despairingly about the dreary room like a caged creature on the point of breaking loose.