Quotes About Desire

She was lost. Torn between what to do. I saw it clearly in her eyes as she stared at me. I wanted to tell her to let go and be with me even if it was just one night but I couldn't. One night wasn't enough.

Analyse's head thrashed left and right as he continued his onslaught. Her body scraped against the harsh surface of the tree, tearing a painful howl from her lips yet she wanted more.

Was I a whore? Hell, no. I was a typical woman who was sexually in tune with her body, one who enjoyed everything about sex and exploring the human body.' An Unforgettable Summer featured in Summer Romances

Sitting next to him for such a long time made me want to ravish him on the beach where grains of sand would coat our bodies.' The Romantic featured in Summer Romances

Kris was in black running shorts and a tight gray T-shirt constructed from some sort of magical material that clung to his muscles and triggered a gush of epinephrine while her amygdala attempted to reconcile two conflicting signals from her prefrontal cortex: attraction and revenge. "All

He's definitely one of those men you love before you get to know.

We may not get what we want, when we want. But with a bit of perseverance and a lot of patience, we can get what we need.

Coeur qui soupire n'a pas ce qu'il desire. The heart that sighs does not have what it desires.

The most powerful sex organ was the brain, you know what that means Poor Justin!

Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything." Napoleon Hill

The bad blood rose in me, just like wine.

now i begin to feel a longing so great, so sharp, i fear it will never be assuaged. i think it will mount, and mount, and make me mad, or kill me.

But the more I think it, the more I want her, the more my desire rises and swells.

For I could not want her now, more than I could a lover. But I could not want a lover, more than I want freedom.

Is this desire? How queer that I, of all people, should not know! But I thought desire smaller, neater; I supposed it bound to its own organs as taste is bound to the mouth, vision to the eye. This feeling haunts and inhabits me, like a sickness. It covers me, like skin.

My happiness is nothing to him," she said. "Only his books! He has made me like a book. I am not meant to be taken, and touched, and liked. I am meant to keep here, in dim light, forever!

Undressing myself had no fun in it, now I had undressed her.

If I had said, I love you, she would have said it back; and everything would have changed. I might have saved her. I might have found a way—-I don't know what-—to keep her from her fate.

He would be cruel indeed, to put a passion in her, and then to punish her for feeling it.

She said, 'It is filled with all the words for how I want you.

Every poor lady that came to me, that touched my hand, that drew a small part of my spirit from me to her—they were only shadows. Aurora, they were shadows of you! I was only seeking you out, as you were seeking me. You were seeking me, your own affinity. And if you let them keep me from you now, I think we shall die!

my spirit does not love yours—it is entwined with it. Our flesh does not love: our flesh is the same, and longs to leap to itself. It must do that, or wither!

Her eyes are like fingers. They can touch. They can press and pinch.

It made me giddy. It made me blush, worse than before. It was like liquor. It made me drunk. I drew away. When her breath came now upon my mouth, it came very cold. My mouth was wet, from hers. I said, in a whisper, 'Do you feel it?