Quotes About Desire

He cannot think. He can scarcely breathe. But he has no desire to either, he simply wants to keep kissing her.

We had laid down the law : no chocolate, no sex.

He tasted of whisky and his skin was rough where he hadn't shaved, but Mirabelle kissed him back.

Some women will do anything for a glass of champagne and a safe bed.

If you tempted a poor man with a fortune, who could blame the fellow for taking what he could?

His heart is pounding and when he kisses her it is as if the whole of Riyadh disappears – the wide sky, the hard surface of the roof, the date palms and the water wells.

When you want something badly enough it's amazing what you'll ignore.

Once you're on the pleasure express, it's hard to get off and switch to another, slower service.

Wellsted will remember this moment for the rest of his life. It is the first time he desires something for himself that is not dedicated to his own advancement. It is the moment he falls in love.

No one worth possessing Can be quite possessed.

Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen's kiss was lost in jest, Robin's lost in play, But the kiss in Colin's eyes Haunts me night and day.

I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light.

I saw a star slide down the sky Blinding the north as it went by Too buring and too quick to hold Too lovely to be bought or sold Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone

No one worth possessing can quite be possessed

The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.

Love in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallow's flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night

I saw a star slide down the sky, Blinding the north as it went by, Too burning and too quick to hold, Too lovely to be bought or sold, Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone.

I have shut my heart As one shuts an open door, That Love may starve therein And trouble me no more.

A Cry Oh, there are eyes that he can see, And hands to make his hands rejoice, But to my lover I must be Only a voice. Oh, there are breasts to bear his head, And lips whereon his lips can lie, But I must be till I am dead Only a cry.

I hoped that he would love me, And he has kissed my mouth, But I am like a stricken bird That cannot reach the south. For though I know he loves me, To-night my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the dreams I had.

Ambition is your special ware And you have dared to call it passion.

I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light. Oh plunge me deep in love--put out My senses, leave me deaf and blind, Swept by the tempest of your love, A taper in a rushing wind.

Sometimes you should have something you don't need but that you want.

To the God-hungry imagination, the fallen world is a crummy place much of the time; we rightly long for the land at the back of the wardrobe, the kingdom east of the sun and west of the moon.