Quotes About Desire

Because you can want and want and want..But if he doesn't want you back...you might as well wish the sky were red.

But the trouble with asking your subconscious what it wants is, it just laughs at you and says, 'Work it out for yourself, moron.

Well, I don't howl. Not quite. But I feel like howling.

He leans forward, and this time there's no hesitation. His mouth lands on mine, sweet and firm. He's kissing me. Jack

She somehow understands that I have to know how Seb is, because I feel this strange, inextricable link to him. Which isn't a relationship-- God, of course not. We're not even friends, really. It's just... it's a different kind of thing. A yearning. A tugging in my heart. A need to be with him and know that he's OK. I mean, what would you call that?

I've seen bright, intelligent girls, waiting and hoping…" She shakes her head. "They know deep down he'll never come back." "So why do they hope?" I can't help asking. "Because it's human nature to hope for impossible things.

Husband disappeared? Order in your lover instead.

Every woman in the world sometimes thinks about shoes in the middle of sex. It's a well-known fact.

You just have to accept it, Effie, says Bean, sounding sad. I know it's hard. When Hal dumped me, all I wanted was Hal. I wanted him so badly, I thought the universe must give me him. It must. Her voice trembles. But it didn't. I couldn't have him. I had to have something different. I had to be happy with something different. Otherwise, what am I going to do, just cry my whole life? She sits up in bed, a ray of moonlight making her eyes glitter. What are you going to do, cry your whole life?

All I can say is, she's the one I think about." Margaret pauses, and her voice softens as she reads. "All the time. She's the voice I want to hear. She's the face I hope to see." My throat is full of lumps. I'm swallowing desperately, trying to keep my composure. He's the one I think about. All the time. He's the voice I want to hear. When my phone bleeps, I hope it's him.

What is it about shoes? I mean, I like most kind of clothes, but a fabulous pair of shoes can just reduce me to jelly. Sometimes, when no-one else is at home, I open my wardrobe and just stare at all my pairs of shoes, like some mad collector. And once I lined them all up on my bed and took a photograph of them. Which might seem a bit weird, but I thought, I've got loads of photos of people I don't really like, so why not take one of something I love?

What is it about shoes? I mean, I like most kinds of clothes, but a good pair of shoes can just reduce me to jelly. Sometimes, when Suze isn't at home, I open my wardrobe and just stare at all my pairs of shoes, like some mad collector. And once I lined them all up on my bed and took a photograph of them. Which might seem a bit weird—but I thought, I've got loads of photos of people I don't really like, so why not take one of something I really love?

He's the one I think about. All the time. He's the voice I want to hear. When my phone bleeps, I hope it's him. "Who

I want him. Desperately. Even I simultaneously know that a lot of things I might want in life are not good choices.

It was nice to want you so badly it made me breathless yet at the same time hate myself.

Because it's human nature to hope for impossible things." She eyes me shrewdly. "You're in marketing. You know that.

I tell myself to look away, but the truth is, I don't want to look away. I want to be drawn into his gaze. Which is dumb. And wrong. He belongs to another woman, I remind myself sternly. He likes whiny, shouty, newsreadery-type women.

knight in shining armor is not a realistic option. But there's a part of me that wants a huge, amazing romance. I want passion. I want to be swept off my feet. I want an earthquake, or a Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I don't know, a huge whirlwind Ã¢â'¬Â¦ something exciting. Sometimes I feel as if there's this whole new, thrilling life waiting for me out there, and if I can just—

He pauses to stretch out his fingers and I'm suddenly transfixed by his hands. Hands which used to roam over me, caress me, make love to me. I know how much emotional intelligence is in those hands. I know how he balances thoughtful, cerebral caution with audacious risk-taking, all without a flicker.

Wild as you are, all that love you must love you still.

Yes it will be a grace if I die. To exist is pain. Life is no desire of mine anymore.

Whatever is sought for can be caught, you know, whatever is neglected slips away.

You're in love with impossibility

Death is not the worst evil, but rather when we wish to die and cannot.