Quotes About Desire

Phaedara: Can't switch this off. Can't crush it. Can't. Wake up with it, burning me. Think I'll crack open I want him so much. I talk to him. He talks to me, you know, we, we know each other very well, he tells me things, we're very close. About sex and how much it depresses him, and I know -

Phaedra: Can't switch this off. Can't crush it. Can't. Wake up with it, burning me. Think I'll crack open I want him so much. I talk to him. He talks to me, you know, we, we know each other very well, he tells me things, we're very close. About sex and how much it depresses him, and I know -

You fill my head as only someone who is absent can.

There's a thing between us, an awesome f*cking thing, can you feel it? It burns. Meant to be. We were. Meant to be.

Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?

They will love me for that which destroys me.

I love you still, Against my will.

Of course I loved you, you saved my life. I wish you hadn't I wish you hadn't I wish you'd left me alone.

Death is my lover and he wants to move in.

If I could be free of you without having to lose you.

How strange, that when you are away, I reach for my cell phone's buzz as if it were your hand. Each shiver in my pocket, a way to find you.

More than anything he wanted to read, because only in a book could he escape from his own dark thoughts.

I bring you nothing: no riches, no magic. But I don't need that; I don't want that. All I have to offer is my love, but that love has no limits and imposes none on you.

She'd had sex with a boy she wasn't going to marry. She'd fallen in love with him, knowing that it would never work. Right now the pain seemed worth it because she was in his arms.

Do you have deep feelings for nature or do you year detachment? Do you prefer sex or self-control?

It takes time to recover from having run somewhere. But sometimes one just wants to run. Anywhere.

The affair is over, but at least things have gone somewhere, if only into oblivion. And maybe oblivion is what I wanted all along.

Hell is the moment you realize that you were ignorant of the fact, when it was true, that you were not yet ruined by desire.

When I kissed him goodnight he said, Again! and I kissed him again.

Maybe that's what I should be wishing for instead.

But it felt so good, I kept doing it.

In the morning I wake amid fading scenes of different characters, different settings, all restatements of that first desire, a ghost who haunts me as the beauty he was at sixteen.

I never joined Facebook because I want to preserve my old longings. And also yours.

Others were in love. Desire abandoned them all.