Quotes About Satisfaction

If only we could eat our sunsets, I say, we would all be full.

Me falta algo, Eugenio. Sé que no debería ser así, pero lo es. La vida que tengo no me basta.

There are too much of them according to our scales, not to theirs... The more, the happier.

Sin embargo, apostaría a que si mañana te ofreciese toda la pasión que necesitas, pasión a carretadas, no tardarías en echar en falta alguna otra cosa.

Esta insatisfacción constante, ese anhelo de algo que echas en falta, es una forma de pensar de la que, en mi opinión, nos hemos librado. No nos falta nada. Lo que tú crees echar en falta es una ilusión. Vives por una ilusión.

Turb?t kol žmogus gyvas, tol jam viskas gerai.

Qué es lo que nos falta cuando no nos falta nada, cuando somos autosuficientes? ¿Qué es lo que echamos en falta cuando no estamos enamorados?

Qué más se puede hacer con las piernas, aparte de devorarlas con los ojos? ¿Para qué sirve el deseo?

Nos vemos transportados literalmente por una nube de buena voluntad. Pero todo es un poco abstracto. ¿Puede la buena voluntad satisfacer por sí sola todas nuestras necesidades? ¿No es parte de nuestra naturaleza anhelar algo más tangible?

If sex were food, Rhage would haven been morbidly obese.

When she orgasmed, she said his name. Twice. And didn't it make him glad that even though he had no voice, his ears worked just fine. –JM

Sometimes, you didn't get what you wanted. But if you had all you needed? Life was good.

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.

You said you wanted to remember something.' His palms slid up to the top of her thighs and squeezed. 'So lie back and let me do my thing.' -Issac Rothe, Crave

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese. (Dark Lover)

McDonald's, he thought. Why couldn't she have wanted Mickey D's. Or Pizza Hut. Taco Hell—

Michael Rafferty was a good man. A solid man. He was never going to be Hugh Jackman handsome or Bill Gates rich or King of England powerful. But he was hers and he was Sean's and that was more than enough

Oh…Sweet Virgin. This felt so right.

Qhuinn climaxed on his next swallow, the orgasm shooting out of him before he could think of any kind of boring and unattractive distraction, the pleasure cresting with such power, he sagged in his own skin. Blay's chuckle was erotic as hell. Whatever, payback was going to be a bitch, Qhuinn vowed to himself.

May I take your vein for a moment? I find myself... curiously depleted Okay, right. Talk about your Johnny-on-the-spots: He locked them in and all but tore off his arm and threw it at her.

Butch rustled the sports section around, leaned over to kiss Marissa on the shoulder, then went back to the CCJ. In response she glanced up from her paperwork for Safe Place, rubbed his arm, and went back to what she was doing. She had a fresh bite mark on her neck and the glow of a very satisfied female in her face.

You don't have to be searching to find what you need.

When you were having the sex of your life, the aftermath was not what you concerned yourself with.

I had her all over my face. It was fantastic.