Quotes About Desire

From the body of the loved one's simple, sweetly colored flesh, which our animal instincts urge us to desire, there springs not only the wonder of a new bodily life, but also the enlargement of the horizon of human sympathy and the glow of spiritual understanding which one could never have attained alone. • DR. MARIE STOPES, Married Love

Es gribu teikt, ka ?sti nezinu, ko j?tu. Ka gribu vi?u, bet baidos. Es nev?los, lai mana laime b?tu atkar?ga no k?da cita, negribu b?t ??lniece tam, ko nesp?ju kontrol?t.

I want to tell him then. I want to tell him that I don't know what I feel. I want him but I'm frightened to want him. I don't want my happiness to be entirely dependent on somebody else's, to be a hostage to fortunes I cannot control.

Quiero decírselo. Quiero decirle qué no sé que es lo que siento. Le deseo pero me da miedo desearle. No quiero que mi felicidad dependa enteramente de otra persona, ser rehén de destinos que no puedo controlar.

Oh, my God,' I said. 'You're like the ultimate female fantasy.

I have no idea when I'll wear it, but I have to have it.

That's how I feel about clothes all the time. They talk to you, right? That dress has been screaming at me: Buy me you idiot! And maybe lay off the potato chips!

The morning of the wedding dawned bright and balmy, as I had secretly known it would. Girls like Alicia always got their way.

Lo besé, para ver si así volvía. Lo besé y posé mis labios en los suyos de modo que nuestras respiraciones se entremezclaron y las lágrimas de mis ojos se convirtieron en sal en su piel, y me dije a mí misma que, en algún lugar, unas diminutas partículas de él serían parte de mí, ingeridas, tragadas, vivas, perpetuas. Quise apretar mi cuerpo por completo contra él. Quise inspirarle un deseo. Quise entregarle toda la vida que sentía y obligarle a vivir.

It's the thing about wanting something you can't have. And that thing of never being able to say what you really feel.

there is a hunger in you, Clark. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.

I want to tell him that I don't know what I feel. I want him but I'm frightened to want him. I don't want my happiness to be entirely dependent on somebody else's, to be a hostage to fortunes I cannot control. His

Ugh. I dream of bad behavior. Sometimes I dream about going out and getting slaughtered, and it's almost a disappointment when I wake up and there's no hangover.

I don't want to go in just yet. I just want to sit and not have to think about…" He swallowed. Even in the half-dark it seemed effortful. "I just…want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.

You know, you can't make someone love you again. No matter how much you might want it. Sometimes, unfortunately, the timing is simply … out.

Solo... quiero ser un hombre que ha ido a un concierto con una chica vestida de rojo.

Still watches too much porn, though. You can tell.

How many times had she wanted to have this conversation? How many times had she rehearsed all the things she wanted to say to him?

You know, you can't make someone love you again. No matter how much you might want it. Sometimes, unfortunately, the timing is simply . . . off.

Intenté existir, nada más, intenté absorber al hombre al que amaba mediante ósmosis, intenté grabar lo que quedaba de él sobre mi cuerpo.

Solo quería verle, sentir la fuerza de sus abrazos, ver brillar su cara como el sol encima de ella.

Didn't you ever love anything that much?

And I thought that even before I had sex with him.

She had seeped into his consciousness so thoroughly, absorbing all lucid thought, that not only could he think of nothing else but no longer cared to. In his hours alone, his mind wandered to a million possible outcomes, and he marvelled at how long it had been since he had felt so preoccupied by a woman.