Quotes About Desire

I don't just want to kiss you, Stella. I want to ravish you.

I certainly don't want a husband!" Griselda said. "Of course you do," Sylvie stated. "Every woman wants a husband; they are so necessary to one's comfort, like a flannel night rail in the winter. Necessary, but tedious to acquire.

He kissed her into silence, and then said, his voice husky with passionate longing, "Take me back, Eloise. Please, take me back.

It was just that - Gabby's common sense came to the rescue. Quill was an uncommonly handsome man. His eyes made her feel weak in the knees and warm in the belly. / The problem, Gabby rationalized, is that Father never allowed me to have anything to do with men. So now I am overcome by the species in general.

nights?" Something unraveled in her heart, destroying the last of her defenses, the final shard of sanity she possessed. "Yes! It is, it is.

chaise longue and slowly pulled on a stocking. Her body twinged

Yes." Ridiculous twaddle flooded his mind. Your eyes looked like forget-me-nots. I want to kiss you. I want to tear off your clothing. I want to marry you. You are my duchess.

God, I've missed you so much

You never wore that blue gown for a lover?' 'Absolutely not!' She felt a little indignant at the very idea. 'You think I have a wardrobe just to satisfy my illicit desires? My maid took off its underskirt because she wanted to make sure you found me desirous.

His eyes gleamed hungry, even desperate. "I want you," he murmured. "Exactly as you are, every curve, every freckle—everything.

you're delicious and the right man will adore every curve.

can't do it while caught in this half-life!

Odeio-o - disse Kate, com convicção. - Bem, eu não. Porque é melhor viver como uma chama Kate, conhecer um homem e amá-lo, mesmo que ele não possa ser teu, do que nunca amar.

He didn't have to live in costume. He was no Hamlet. Yet somehow he had become Hamlet: emotional, uncontrolled, desperate. His reaction felt primitive and entirely ungentlemanly. No subtleties. He wanted—he wanted her. Joan. No Lucy Lockett for him. He would have her, his unladylike, dramatic, illegitimate . . . love. He

He didn't adore Stella. He craved her, like water in a desert.

Lest Love should grow too earthly to aspire, The wise gods blinded him with vague desire; They nourished him on dreams and ecstasies, Tempered his arrows in the sacred fire.

To conquer the world must man renounce the world?

Oh, for the pure oblivion of sleep! In those vast waters I would sink me deep Beyond where both desire and dream lie dead, And passion and despair forget to weep.

We draw to ourselves the experiences which we are ready for and which we demand, and most souls do not demand enough.

Ricerco un bene fuori di me. Non so chi 'l tiene non so cos'è. (Aria di Cherubino).

Vuoi sapere una importante Verità Eterna, tu diavolessa, tigre? Impara: IL SACRIFICIO È LA SOLA, VERA PERVERSIONE UMANA.

You can't have that wish, my Little Bear,' said Mother Bear.

It was insanity, but it sounded romantic.

I had no idea how to live, but I didn't want to die.