Quotes About Desire

The cocktail filled him with a whirling exhilaration behind which he was aware of devastating desires—to rush places in fast motors, to kiss girls, to sing, to be witty. ... He perceived that he had gifts of profligacy which had been neglected.

Never was a Family more insistent on learning one another's movements than were the Bunch. All of them volubly knew, or indignantly desired to know, where all the others had been every minute of the week.

Life is comfortable and clean enough here already. And so secure. What it needs it to be less secure, more eager.

Street, and she was able to give Elmer the three hundred

There never will be a time when there won't be a large proportion of people who feel poor no matter how much they have, and envy their neighbors who know how to wear cheap clothes showily, and envy neighbors who can dance or make love or digest better.

What conceivable reason could one have for seeking after righteousness in a world which so hated righteousness? Why do anything except eat and read and make love and provide for sleep that should be secure against disturbance by armed policemen? He never did find any particularly good reason. He simply went on.

Have men and women always got to hurt each other this way?' cried Ralph. 'Yes. Anybody that ain't content with being a peddler is going to hurt himself and everybody else, I guess,' said Joe.

Oh, Sam, my dear, but I'm so grasping! I want the whole world, not just Zenith! I DON'T want to be a good wife and mother and play cribbage prettily! I want splendor! Great horizons!

It was coming to him that perhaps all life as he knew it and vigorously practised it was futile; that heaven as portrayed by the Reverend Dr. John Jennison Drew was neither probable nor very interesting; that he hadn't much pleasure out of making money; that it was of doubtful worth to rear children merely that they might rear children who would rear children. What was it all about? What did he want?

He was irritated by her self-election to superiority; he was bothered by her desire to have this new suitor consider her superior.

Perchance you shall, fair sir, said Nigel, for all that I have seen of you fills me with this desire to go further with you. It is in my mind that we might turn this thing to profit and to honour, for when Sir Robert has spoken to you, I am free to do with you as I will.

A loaf of bread and a clean collar; what does man want more?

It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, son as granted, fly; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.

A re you going to kiss me now or what?" I finally blurted out. "No," he said. "Then why is your face like two inches away from mine?" I asked. "I just like to look at you," he said seriously. "I want to look at you." His expression was almost pained.

I saw the delicate, pink-mottled claw meat poking seductively through its blanket of mayonnaise and the bland yellow pear cup with its rim of alligator-green cradling the whole mess. Poison.

Fiindc? nici o n?scocire rea n-a încolÈ›it în sufletul omului mai repede ca banul

We may idealize freedom, but when it comes to our habits, we are completely enslaved.

Those are the three keys: the want and the opposition to the want need to be important, necessary, and urgent. The result should be the kind of conflict that interests readers.

I don't want to survive, I want to live.

His hand glides down my arm, folds over my hand. His fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. I can feel the fast thud of his heart through this single touch.

A hunter in love with his prey.

I remember you. You were like burning firelight in that cave, all shimmery, dancing color. I lean closer over the island, mesmerized by his words, his hand on my face. If he keeps talking this way, he's going to see me like that again. Tell me you thought about me. That you think about me now. I thought about you, I whisper, I've never stopped thinking about you. Somehow I doubt I ever will.

He stares at me so darkly, so hungily that I can only nod. Agree. Of course, I feel it. I do, I admit.

I won't leave you! Do you know how unbearable it's been without you? You're not like the rest of them. His hand swipes through air almost savagely. I stare at him, my eyes wide and aching. You're not some well-trained puppy content to go along with what you're told. You have fire. He laughs brokenly. I don't mean literally, although there is that. There's something in you, Jacinda. You're the only thing real for me there, the only thing remotely interesting.