Quotes About Desire

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

You don't always get what you wish for.

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.

Rudy Steiner was scared of the book thief's kiss. 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.

At first, Liesel could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. 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.

I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbour. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It's his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

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.

How about a kiss, Saumensch?" He stood waist-deep in the water for a few moments longer before climbing out and handing her the book. His pants clung to him, and he did not stop walking. In truth, I think he was afraid. Rudy Steiner was scared of the book thief's kiss. 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.

When she drinks the coffee I made, I look at the redness of her lips and wish I could just stand up, walk over, and kiss them. I want to feel the flesh of them and the softness against my own. I want to breathe in her and with her. I want to be able to put my teeth to her neck and have my fingers touch her back and run them through the lovely, mild yellow color of her hair.

You know I've always wanted someone to sing to me, but now I know that what I want more is to sing to you.

I preferred one waltz with a beauty to a lifetime with someone less rare.

he felt a pang of desire for the tintinnabulation of a Georgia summer. Strange, he thought, to long for the rasp of day- and dusk-singing cicadas and the night singers, katydids.

What is it that people do? What do we live to do, the way a horse lives to run?

Yo soy uno que, cuando Amor me inspira, toma nota. Y del mismo modo que dentro me dicta, así me voy expresando".]

Solemos pensar mejor y relacionarnos de forma más eficaz unos con otros cuando tomamos cierta distancia de lo cotidiano, que es donde es más probable que estén centrados nuestros temores y deseos más inmediatos.

La política de la envidia a veces se limita sinceramente a la idea de que "queremos lo que ellos (mujeres, inmigrantes, miembros de la élite) tienen". Pero a las personas les encanta moralizar su envidia y, muy a menudo, lo que empieza siendo pura envidia deriva hacia un "son malas personas, no merecen lo que tienen".

El miedo está conectado con el deseo monárquico de controlar a otros en vez de confiar en ellos y dejar que sean independientes, que sean ellos mismos.

Whether we fall by ambition, blood or lust, Like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.

I didn't want to die because I hated myself; I wanted to die because I loved myself enough to want this pain to end.

to the extent that you're anxious about your weight and struggling against the desire to gorge on wickedly fattening food, you live on a battlefield.

And in their corner all they had was Murderbot, who just wanted everyone to shut up and leave it alone so it could watch the entertainment feed all day.

Sex was like Disneyland to her: an allotment of organized wonders and legal mischief.

Gluttony and sloth, as worldly goals, were quietly usurped by avarice and lust, which, together with poetry (yes, poetry), consumed all my free time.

Oh man sometimes I wake up feel like a cat runover. Are you familiar with the stoical aspects of hard drinking, of heavy drinking? Oh it's heavy. Oh it's hard. It isn't easy. Jesus, I never meant me any harm. All I wanted was a good time.