Quotes About Desire

I might be weary or stupid; I might be nauseous with drink; I might be sore, at the hips, with the ache of my monthlies, but the opening of this box, as I have said, never ceased to stir me - I was like a dog twitching and slavering to hear his mistress call out Bone!

I thought I longed for her, before. 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 you cannot know the glimpses I have had, you cannot know there is another, dazzling place, that seems to welcome me! I have been led to it, Helen, by someone marvellous and strange. You won't know this. They will tell you of her, and they will make her seem squalid and ordinary, they will turn my passion into something gross and wrong. You will know, that it is neither of those things. It is only love, Helen - only that. I cannot live, and not be at her side!

I could not want a lover, more than I want freedom.

I must bruise her, for all the commonplace wanting of him that ?were I an ordinary girl, with an ordinary heart ? I would surely feel myself.

The rareness of the article is relative to the desire of the heart which seeks it.

There seemed no motion, no rhythm, in all the world, but that which I had set up, between her legs, with one wet fingertip.

But in his face I see, at last, how much I want her. For

When she heard the splash and gurgle of tea being poured from the pot, followed by the rattle of china as he carried the cups to his bedroom, she longed so dismally for a cup of tea of her own that she nearly wept.

I had loved Kitty -I would always love Kitty. But I had lived with her a kind of queer half-life, hiding from my own true self. Since then I had refused to love at all, had become - or so I thought - a creature beyond passion, driving others to their secret, humiliating confessions of lust; but never offering my own.

She tells me of her journey, of the train from London—when she says the word, London, she seems conscious of the sound; I suppose she is not in the habit of naming it, of considering it a place of destination or desire.

It's a curious, wanting thing.

Being in love, you know... it's not like having a canary, in a cage. When you lose one sweetheart, you can't just go out and get another to replace her.

Why is it we can never love the people we ought to?

What does it say?" I said, when I had. She said, "It is filled with all the words for how I want you...Look.

this feeling haunts and inhabits me, like a sickness. it covers me, like skin.

With every step I took away from her, the movement at my heart and between my legs grew more defined: I felt like a ventriloquist, locking his protesting dolls in to a trunk.

I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath come upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn't have kissed her, without wanting to save her.

All I can ever see is you. Tell me you see me too. - Nolan from Let Me List The Ways

You want to find something, but you don't know what to search for. In everyone there's a continuous desire and expectation; deep inside, you still expect something better to happen. That is why you check your email many times a day.

To find Me and hear My voice, you must seek Me above all else. Anything that you desire more than Me becomes an idol.

what you have decided to do. It is coming to Me with an open mind and heart, inviting Me to plant My desires

Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will take me into glory. Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. —PSALM 73:23

Limitations can be liberating when your strongest desire is living close to Me.