Quotes About Desire

It occurred to me that the man I really wanted to hurt was safely out of my reach, standing behind a shield of years.

The worst thing about wishes is that sometimes they come true

before victory comes temptation. And the greater the victory to win, the greater the temptation to withstand.

Some part of me knew from the first that what I wanted was not reality but myth.

Murder is the worst kind of pornography, murder is let me do what I want taken to its final extreme.

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.

Come down and eat chicken with me beautiful. It's soooo dark.

How I wish you were fear.

He wanted what evil men always want: to have power and use that power to make mischief.

Then, for no reason I could tell you, I tossed the spool again, even though Elaine had asked me not to. Maybe only because, in a way, him chasing a spool was like old people having their slow and careful version of sex - you might not want to watch it , you who are young and convinced that, when it comes to old age, an exception will be made in your case, but they still want to do it.

Gritaré para que vuelvas

I once heard about some millionaire who had a stolen Rembrandt in his basement where no one but him could see it. I could understand that guy. I don't mean that Arnie was a Rembrandt, or even a world-class wit, but I could understand the attraction of knowing about something good ... something that was good but still a secret.

Because in America, you could have anything you wanted, just as long as you could pay for it. If you couldn't pay, or refused to pay, you would remain needful for ever.

Because, if given a knife and a hand in which to hold it, the mind would eventually eat itself. Not because it wanted to; because it did not want to.

Harold glared sullenly at him again, the eyes those of a piggy little boy who wants the whole cookie jar to himself. Ain't he going to be surprised, Stu thought, when he finds out a girl isn't a jar of cookies.

When had men not been mystified by women? They were the magic that men dreamed of, and sometimes their dreams were nightmares.

We don't own things. Things own us.

or to lick along the smooth velvet lining of a woman's mouth with his tongue.

I don't want to hear the scary part. But at the same time she does want to hear the scary part, everyone wants to hear the scary part, we're all mad here, and her mother really did say that if you told your dreams they wouldn't come true, which meant you were supposed to tell the nightmares and save the good ones for yourself, hide them like a tooth under the pillow.

The two best things in life are warm croissants and a quick way home.

Hearts don't really break. If only they could.

There's a crying shortage of pretty things in the slam, and the real pity of it is that a lot of men don't even seem to miss them.

Follow your dreams and make them happen!

Everyone finds the time to do the things the want to do.