Longing Sentence Novels & Stories

I thought the journey would not take me days based on this map, but it seems that I will never reach the fork that he told me about. This has been an ongoing cycle in my travel, losing hope and then finding it the next moment. Perhaps it is the hunger and the thirst because I have no supplies anymore, or perhaps it’s the longing that plagues my chest every now and then. Longing that can only belong to Ares.

My dearest Onyx, As I sit here, pen in hand, I am filled with a feeling of longing that I cannot shake. For as long as I can remember, you have been my closest friend, my confidante, and the one person in this world who truly understands me. But as the days pass and our friendship deepens, I find myself yearning for something more.

He comes closer and bends down a little to bring his face to my face. "What are those things according to you?" He wants to know a simple thing. "love-making contains yearning sex contains craving and fuck contains desiring." He slightly smiles and makes me sit on the chair again. "Can you explain please?" I nod in approval. "Making love is when we love someone deeply and want the person to be intertwined with us. We want to form into one from two. No gap, no distance, only the feelings being curled. Inhaling the breath of the person for whom we are inhaling after falling for the person. That's why I named it Yearning." He is looking at me inklessly.

How much longer can I endure this silence before it unravels me entirely? I do not know. But I know this: if he walked through that door now, if he reached for me, I would forget every tear, every ache, every hollow hour. I would fall into him as though the two years were nothing but a cruel dream. That is the nature of longing-it breaks you, and yet you welcome the breaking. And so I wait. For him. The night presses on. The city hums faintly below. My candle is gone, the air tinged with smoke and lavender.

His chest was tight, filled with a longing he could no longer contain. "Cassandra."

that was what she exclaimed when she could no longer control the unjust feeling that the man was repeatedly giving her. That was after he released her lips but his finger continued to ravage her delicate flowers. "If you only knew how much longing I feel for you, you wouldn't ask me that," the young man replied while it was obvious not only in the tone of his voice but also in the emotion on his face that he had the intense longing that he had mentioned earlier. "Well then, I want you to do it to me passionately and full of desire. If that's what you say you feel, do it to me, because that's what I want," Jenny said then raised the corner of her lip.

Each passing moment seemed an eternity as he traced invisible patterns in the air, imagining the contours of her face. The night, a silent witness, echoed his silent plea for the warmth of her presence, as his heart echoed the name he longed to embrace. The balcony which is evidence of theri passionate moment and heartfelt conversations. In the dim glow of his room, he stared at the screen, typing messages that betrayed his intense longing. His words, a cascade of emotions, overflowed with an almost obsessive fervor. He replayed shared memories and painted vivid images of their future together, drowning the conversation with his insatiable desire for constant connection.

My brows furrow as I watch him, a knot of unease tightening in my gut. A wave of emotions crashes over me – anger, confusion, and a yearning so intense it takes my breath away. But above all, it's the longing that steals the show. Seeing him after so long… My pulse quickens, a frantic drumbeat against my ears. Every muscle in my body tenses, caught between the urge to lash out and the desperate yearning to reach out to him.

What was taking him so long? Alessia's absence only added to my growing unease. I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for her return. Her presence had become a comforting constant, and without her, the room felt emptier and darker. I sent a silent plea to the moon goddess, my heart aching: ‘Please, bring her back to me.’

"And then?" "And then the becoming finishes," Marisol said quietly. "The thing settles into what it actually is rather than what it was built to approximate. And what it actually is—" She stopped. "Tell me," Danielle said. "It is need," Marisol said. "Pure and ancient and without limit. The longing that made it — your longing for him — it lives inside the thing as its core drive. But longing without love becomes possession. Wanting without soul becomes hunger. And the hunger—" She pressed her lips together. "It does not stop. It does not moderate. It grows."