Quotes About Desire

People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pain communicated in the vague language of sex

If we desire to live, we can only do so in the margins of that place.

What at all can we ever really possess?

rocking back and forth between wishful thinking and some private agony until the bar breaks.

In both cases, unfulfilled love results in the total negation of Echo's body and the near negation of her voice.

I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real.

I constantly craved the comforts of feminine attention, even though the thought of actually getting a girlfriend, one who was into me and wanted to be with me, seemed about as real as any dozen of the myths I'd been reading about in class.

It's too bad. I love her. I wish it didn't have to turn out like this.

I had fallen in love with her, flash of gold and sunlight and Rome.

She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.

One day, Liesel.' he said, 'you'll be dying to kiss me.

Rudy Steiner was scared of the book theif's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have longed for it so much. he must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them.

He killed himself for wanting to live.

Ed? Ritchie says later. We're still standing in the water. There's only one thing I want. What's that, Ritchie? His answer is simple. To want.

And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me.

It brewed in her as she eyed the pages full to the brims of their bellies with paragraphs and words. You bastards, she thought. You lovely bastards. Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this.

Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

She places her hands around my neck and rests her head on my shoulder. I can smell the sex on her, and my hope is that she can smell the love on me.

Rudy Steiner temía el beso de la ladrona de libros. Debía de haberlo deseado con todas sus fuerzas. Debió de haberla querido con todo su corazón. Tanto, que nunca más volvería a pedírselo y se iría a la tumba sin él.

I wanted to drown inside a woman in the feeling and drooling of the love I could give her. I wanted her pulse to crush me with its intensity. That's what I wanted. That's what I wanted myself to be.

If her soul ever leaks, I want it to land on me.

Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.

Something I'd like to be perfect at? ... Loving you,' I said. The words climbed from my mouth. 'I'd want to be perfect at loving you.

Beautiful women are the torment of my existence.