Quotes About Desire

And his left nipple was centimetres above my right eye. I wanted to lean my head back and lick it – not from desire but from that idiocy always there to subvert desire and render it ludicrous. Our human heat was a third creature bevelling between us.

Desire isn't appeased by its object, only irritated into something more than desire that can join with the stars to inform the chaotic heavens with sense.

in a universe where both information and misinformation are constantly suspect, reviewed and drifing as they must be (constantly) by and between the two, a moment when either information or misinformation turns out to be harmless must bloom, when surrounded by the workings of desire and terror, into the offered sign of all about it, making and marking all about it innocent by contamination.

Will sex between humans ever lose its endlessly repeated history?

To live within the tethers of desire is—again and again—to be shocked at how far they have come loose from reason

What do you want to change in the world?" she continued her recitation, looking away. "What do you want to preserve? What is the thing you're searching for? What are you running away from?" "Nothing," he said. "And nothing. And nothing. And…nothing, at least that I know.

Well, man, there ain't nothing I like to eat out better than pecker-poked pig-pussy!

Small breasts rose beneath the laces of her vest, steady as breath.

Is it only an hour, he wondered, that encompassed three people's four orgasms? Now I know why, though foreplay can be delineated in all its fascinating and psychotropic detail, a poet must use asterisks or blank paper for orgasmic mechanics that satisfying: they open to something so wide you can now understand why, when sex is that good, you may say, "The sex is not the most important part," and feel these words analog some shadow of truth.

In order to dismantle such a discourse we must begin with the realization that desire is never "outside all social constraint." Desire may be outside one set of constraints or another; but social constraints are what engender desire; and, one way or another, even at its most apparently catastrophic, they contour desire's expression.

Eskiden eÄŸlenceliydi. Revueltalar? özlüyorum, bakirelerin boynuzlar?n üzerine at?l???n? ve havada dönerek terli s?rtlar?n?n üzerine düÅŸüÅŸlerini ve kuma çak?l??lar?n?! Ä°nsanoÄŸlunun bir tarz? vard?, yavrum! Sizin de olabilir ama ÅŸimdilik cazibeniz daha olgunlaÅŸmam??.

Every one, more or less, loves Power, yet those who most wish for it are seldom the fittest to be trusted with it.

A widow's refusal of a lover is seldom so explicit as to exclude hope.

Tired of myself longing for what I have not

By my soul, I can neither eat, drink, nor sleep; nor, what's still worse, love any woman in the world but her.

Love gratified is love satisfied, and love satisfied is indifference begun

I rather wish Him my heart than give Him it; except He take it and put Himself in possession of it (for I hope He hath a market-right to me, since He hath ransomed me), I see not how Christ can have me. O, that He would be pleased to be more homely with my soul's love, and to come in to my soul and take His own.

There is as much in our Lord's pantry as will satisfy all His bairns, and as much wine in His cellar as will quench all their thirst. Hunger on; for there is meat in hunger for Christ: go never from Him, but fash6 Him (who yet is pleased with the importunity of hungry souls) with a dishful of hungry desires, till He fill you; and if He delay yet come not ye away, albeit7 ye should fall a-swoon at His feet.

Happy are they who are found wanting.

Our best fare here is hunger.

Christ hath come, and run away to heaven with my heart and my love, so that neither heart nor love is mine.

Dry wells send us to the fountain.

We love to carry heaven to heaven with us, and would have two summers in one year, and no less than two heavens; but this will not be for us: one, and such an one, may suffice us well enough. The Man Christ got but one only, and shall we have two?

He realized all at once that ambition and love might not make good bedfellows, that a choice between them might be necessary.