Quotes About Desire

Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.

Nobody speaks the truth when there is something they must have.

Darling, I don't want you; I've got no place for you; I only want what you give. I don't want the whole of anyone…What you want is the whole of me — isn't it, isn't it? — and the whole of me isn't there for anybody. In that full sense you want me I don't exist.

What you want is the whole of me—isn't it, isn't it? —and the whole of me isn't there for anybody. In that full sense you want me I don't exist.

You know, even grown-up people cannot do what they want most" "Then why grow up?

Darling, I don't want you; I've got no place for you; I only want what you give. I don't want the whole of anyone. I haven't wanted to hurt you; I haven't wanted to touch you in any way. When I try and show you the truth I fill you with such despair. Life is so much more impossible than you think.

Young girls like the excess of any quality. Without knowing, they want to suffer, to suffer they must exaggerate; they like to have loud chords struck upon them. Loving art better than life they need men to be actors; only an actor moves them, with his telling smile, undomestic, out of touch with the everyday that they dread. They love to enjoy love as a system of doubts and shocks. They are right; not seeking husbands yet, they have no reason to see love socially.

Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.

She never foresaw their marriage, its days and nights, other than as embowered by dazzling acres, blossoms a snowy blaze and with honeyed stamens, by sun then moonlight, till came later - fruited boughs bowed, voluptuous, to the ground, gumminess oozing from bloomy plums. She had been a DH Lawrence reader and a townswoman.

Men make this great pretense of not wanting to be caught, but in the end they usually beg for a lady's hand.

She wanted his touch, wanted him to find that spot where her need left her begging and hungry. Anxious and half mad. And when he touched her, teased her open, slid his finger over the wetness and inside her, her hips arched up, welcoming his touch. "Oooh," she gasped, as his finger slid over her again, swirling in a circle and then pressing down right where it was the tightest and vibrating against her until she was nearly at her peak. "Please-

Right now I would welcome the most wicked baron who ever lived if he could save me from my aunt and her plans," Minerva declared.

Let me tell you about love. Love is a kind of madness and you would follow it anywhere, you don't care.

Attraction is composed of desire and danger.

People wanted to be redeemed, she thought. Everyone did. We're only human.

People just want to be happy, she thought.

No. I want to get out—outside. Out of this flat." "There's a full moon. Have you ever walked beside the Seine in the moonlight?" "No. Have you?" "Not with you. Let's go.

I have missed you beyond all reason, and that there is not a kissing bunch large enough in that hall to show you how much

I suspect he would rather have lived.

When the need is so great, no matter how much love you pour into a bowl, it will never be full. Or sometimes it is damaged, and the love all runs out through the hole in the bottom.

I should have known it. You still have those chocolate-kiss eyes.

Every night she had fallen asleep dreaming about that kiss, and each kiss after.

There's a gentleness about April that made me ache. It seemed like I was always on the run, always working and chasing some goal or another, but April had a way of holding me still. And then I'd begin to hurt and yearn for something I couldn't describe, something I hadn't known yet. All I knew was the ache itself and the strange, sweet feeling it was.

La manera en que Tristan la hacía reír, la manera en que la había atraído a su vida, la manera en que la había deleitado con su música - ¿Como podría alguna vez dejar su ansia de él?