Quotes About Desire

I could not tell, now, if it was my need for knowledge that drove me of the hunger of the thing that infected the tower.

I wasn't frightened of him physically, but the way he looked at me made me feel insubstantial, as if I were merely a veil between him and the woman he had desired for nearly thirty years.

I wanted to feel his strength; I wanted to feel him. I didn't care how anymore. I just wanted him to touch me.

I have a long and inglorious history of wanting what hurts me.

The first time he had seen her, the first time he had looked into her eyes, he had thought he saw his Stag of Candles reflected there. He had been trying to find that reflection again ever since, but all he ever saw was himself.

I saw his smile, and I wanted, with the sudden pitiless clarity of a lightning bolt, to drag him away-out of the engine's maw, of the labyrith's heart, out of the cold and sleepless dark beneath Summerdown.

I don't want to marry you. I just want you to give me an orgasm." "Just the one? You have low expectations.

Not those qualities! she wanted to shout. Why were men so basic? Why did they only ever think about one thing—sex? Well, actually, it was two things. Sex and power. Forget everything else—they seemed to be the only two things that motivated the male species. And normally she didn't even think about sex. So why was it that, since the Sultan's bodyguard had removed his fencing mask and revealed his impossibly handsome face, she'd thought about little else?

wanted them to be. If she

Hot he might be, but he wasn't her type at all…

I already told you, you're not my type." "I thought you didn't have a type." "I probably shouldn't. Given how long it is since I had sex, my type should just be anyone with a penis and pulse, right?

And F. Scott Fitzgerald said, 'First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.

I want sex. What do you want?" He cursed under his breath. "We are coming at this from a different place." "As long as we're coming, it doesn't matter.

I don't want a martyr in my bed," he drawled lightly, "so cease pretending that you don't burn for me the way I burn for you.

We all want things in life we can't have. Happens all the time. Jobs we don't get. Houses we don't live in. Health issues we sure as hell don't want. People we love who don't love us back. Not feeling the way someone wants you to feel doesn't make you a bad person.

No podías tener todo lo que querías, pero, si eras afortunada, tenías las cosas que importaban.

Less is more, unless it's love or chocolate.

What is the happiest moment you can remember?" He didn't hesitate. "The day they delivered my Ferrari." "Fine! Tonight, you are going to look at me as if I'm your Ferrari." "Do I get to put your top down?

There's more women likes to be loved than there is of those that loves.

Circe]: What is the matter? Does my kiss offend you? Do I have bad breath from hunger? Have I neglected to cleanse my sweaty armpits?

Being desired is not the same as being harassed, and we do not have to punish or shun the person who sees what is special about us.

What do we want from life? We wish the responsibilities, opportunities, and realities of the new day to be more delightful and enticing than the escape of sleep.

If you were M. Pujol, Madeleine says, I would reach out my hand to you. Like this. If you were M. Pujol, Adrien says, I would press my mouth against your pulse. Like this. If you were he, she says, I would cup your chin in my fingers. If you were he, he says, I would take those fingers into my mouth. Then my mouth would envy my fingers, she says. Then your mouth must usurp your fingers, he says. And then, she says, I would do this.

A man who can effortlessly get what he wants, and right now those exquisite hazel eyes stare her down as if to devour her entire being.