Longing Sentence Novels & Stories

CADEN “Yearning,” I repeated, rubbing the back of my neck as I tried to come up with something that wouldn’t sound stupid. “I know it’s longing,” I began. “Wanting something so badly you can’t stop thinking about it. But to strengthen it, we can define it as an intense desire for someone or something.”

I shouldn't long for a man who viewed me as nothing more than a pawn. When she closed her eyes and curled up in her blankets close by her brothers and listened to the wind whistle through the trees, she could feel the phantom press of Ashton's lips on hers. The memories, too vivid not to be real, made her body tremble with longing and her heart bleed all over again. Damn that bloody Lennox to hell for making her long for him, for her body and soul to ache to be with him, even when he didn't care about her at all.

A shiver ran down my spine as I surrendered myself even more to the touch of our embrace, my mind awash with a heady mixture of desire and longing. With each heartbeat, I felt myself falling deeper into the abyss of desire. My emotions swirled like leaves caught in a tempestuous wind. The touch of Orion was a balm to my soul, igniting a flame that I had long kept buried beneath layers of caution. Yet, as we danced on the precipice of intimacy, I found myself surrendering to the allure of our connection. My longing was laid bare in every lingering glance and hesitant touch. Lost in the passion, I clung to Orion desperately, as if he were the anchor keeping me from being swept away by the tide

I whispered to the stillness, my voice barely audible but laden with yearning. The memory of our closeness felt like a distant dream now, something just out of reach. I sighed again, feeling that somehow, in this small act of exhaling my sorrow, I might alleviate my longing for Marius, even if just a little. The emptiness beside me in the bed was a stark reminder of his absence, a void that no amount of sighing could fill.

Why the hell was he still suspecting her? "Tell me, Nathan," Chloe's voice danced with a mischievous undertone. "Just how much do you miss me? Are we talking about little pangs of longing or full-blown heartache?" I couldn't help but smile, grateful for the opportunity to bask in the warmth of our connection. "Oh, Chloe, it's definitely more than just a few pangs. It's like a constant ache, a longing to have you by my side. Every moment away from you feels like an eternity."

Lisa observed him from afar, her heart aching with a blend of admiration and longing. The silence between them was punctuated only by the rhythmic galloping of their horses, the sounds of nature providing a haunting backdrop to their journey. Lisa's emotions swirled within her, a maelstrom of worry, admiration, and a deeper longing that she dared not fully acknowledge. She wrestled with her own desires, torn between the urge to bridge the distance between them and the knowledge that their paths diverged for the time being.

Of each other and of oneself: of all the things they might have to do, may want to do, are doing to one another. It's a year of longing. Every inch of the body yearns for something more. The limbs are caught in restless tremble, and soft sighs linger on desperate lovers’ lips. Like on Helen’s. In her life, she has loved many things, mostly trivia. Black coffee in the morning, smiling strangers in the park, and the sense of freedom that crashing waves on stormy shores would wash into your heart.

“Everything’s moving so fast. But I’m happy.” “Good,” Mrs. Denovan said gently. “You deserve to be.” Colton reached across the table and squeezed his sister’s hand. “Don’t worry. We’ll all be there, cheering you on.” Maya smiled at him, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Thank you. That means a lot.” ⸻ Outside, the night air was calm, the stars scattered across the sky like quiet witnesses to their peace. But miles away, in a dark apartment filled with bitterness, Lena sat alone waiting.

Looking at his child, I couldn’t help wondering, if my Jimmy were still here, would he be that big now? [May 11. I’m almost out of money. Joan won’t give me a cent. We had a fight. I cried until I could barely breathe. I looked at the window and even thought about jumping. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. I feel like a sinner.] Joan’s breathing grew more and more labored. Her heart felt as though it were being torn apart, yet she continued reading the journal as a form of punishment. Beneath the entries were countless comments from kind strangers who cared about Jimmy.

As I take a moment to contemplate and look back on the various experiences I have had in my life, I am overwhelmed by a deep and intense feeling of longing that permeates my heart. This yearning is a powerful and profound emotion that resonates within me, urging me to seek something more, something beyond what I have already encountered. It is a sentiment that goes beyond mere desire or longing for material possessions, but rather a yearning for a deeper meaning, purpose, or connection in life. This feeling is both captivating and poignant, as it stirs within me a strong desire to explore and discover what lies beyond I often experience a deep yearning for her company, desiring her to be phy