Quotes About Desire

Gratis?» ha detto la mamma. È l'unica parola al mondo a cui non sa resistere. Da anni le teniamo nascosto che si muore gratis, perché sarebbe capace di suicidarsi all'istante.

E lei ora desidera. È uscito del letargo della sua rassegnata solitudine, ha scoperto la fame del suo cuore, sa che la mela è proibita, ma desidera. Non avrà più pace, né dieta. [...] Soffrirà, il suo cuore, lo stomaco e le viscere andranno in subbuglio, il suo istinto di Homo erectus potrà essere temprato, ma non vinto. La mela è caduta dall'albero del destino.

L'uomo primitivo non conosceva il bar. Quando la mattina si alzava, nella sua caverna, egli avvertiva subito un forte desiderio di caffè. Ma il caffè non era ancora stato inventato e l'uomo primitivo aggrottava la fronte, assumendo la caratteristica espressione scimmiesca.

Sessant'anni prima aveva più speranze, ma dormiva in un letto gelato. Cosa scegliere tra i sogni e il termosifone?

Voglio dormire fino alla morte, magari di qualcun altro

Mi ha carezzato i capelli e il mio cuore ha martellato così forte che ho pensato: se mi bacia muoio. Purtroppo mi ha risparmiato.

Desire, a venerable teacher had once told him, is this: To wait beneath the stars for someone to return, alive, from the field of battle.

Io credo che esisteranno sempre l'intelligenza, la voglia di libertà, l'eros e le sale da ballo - ha detto il nonno - ma la parola speranza non mi sento più di pronunciarla

The thing that makes you say, I want to do something - that is the beginning of talent.

Women are all alike-- aye fussin' over their fal-lals and bedazin' a man's eyes, when all they really want is man's blood and his heart out of his body and his soul and his pride....

We built a world of words and yet none satisfy now.

I want to stay young and pure and free, unstained by the sin of Eve.

Love? It's when you don't give a thought to all the ifs and want-to's in the world. It's when if all the fires of hell were between you, you'd walk in them gladly to be with him, and sing with joy at your own burnin' if only his kiss was on your mouth.

It's so hard to explain what the dead really want. Not to be alive again, heavens no, never that: a passenger buckled into that depreciating vehicle of the body, that cramped one-seater with its structural flaws and piss-poor mileage, its failures and betrayals, its worn, nonfunctioning, irreplaceable parts.

I had no one to hold. What if this was my life, attending weddings, sitting in pews, listening to I do's, perpetually wishing for someone to share my life with? Where the fuck was the alcohol?

I have a request to make,my lord. He held her gaze; she could see him trying to decide what she might ask, but eventually he surrendered.And that is? Take me to your bed.

Vane watched her reaction from under heavy lids, watched flaring passion light her eyes. Sparks of pure gold flashed in the hazel depths as he gently kneaded, then sent his fingers gliding over her silken skin. He knew he should kiss her, distract her, from what came next- but the compulsion to witness, to know her reaction as she learned what he would do, as he filled his senses with her, waxed strong.

Abstinence. It didn't even sound comfortable

Stephanie Laurens

He dragged in a shuddering breath and forced his lids up. He looked down, at her on her knees, leaning into him, her glorious hair rippling over her shoulders, gilded in the firelight, shifting as her head moved and she pleasured him. He saw his fingers locked on her head, felt hers slide higher, circle the base of his staff, and tighten.

You don't have to say anything. You just have to accept. Just have to stop resisting…" He breathed the last words as his lips lowered to hers. "And let what we both want, simply be.

That woman who was her true self saw Lord Sebastian Cynster, Marquess of Earith, as, quite simply, hers.

The warm stillness within the room was broken only by the rustling of sheets, and soft, urgent murmurs. Then the silence gave way to soft moans, groans, breathless pants, desperate gasps. Culminating in a soft, piercingly sweet scream, dying, sobbing, into a deep guttural groan.

Stephanie Laurens