Quotes About Desire

What if you hurt because it feels so good? Like you have a tingling, like someone left a switch on in your body. And nothing can turn the switch off except hurting? What does that mean?

If I had a dick, I would fuck this peanut butter

Her mind was both wide and deep, and I got smarter being with her. And more considerate, and more active, and more alive, and almost electric, because for Amy, love was like drugs or booze or porn: There was no plateau. Each exposure needed to be more intense than the last to achieve the same result.

Our kind of love can go into remission, but it's always waiting to return. Like the world's sweetest cancer.

I just want to live until I can't anymore.

I'll hold myself to him like a climbing, coiling vine until I have invaded every part of him and made him mine.

It's probably why I was so hateful to her, she kept me from what I wanted the most.

I need to be ambushed, caught unawares, like some sort of feral love-jackal.

Her lips were plum as labias.

I'd wanted to die for years, but not lately and definitely not by those bitches.

I would have done anything to feel real again.

too much, because it feels so good

You think you can ever be a normal man again? You'll find a nice girl, and you'll still think of me, and you'll be so completely dissatisfied, trapped in your boring, normal life with your regular wife and your two average kids. You'll think of me and then you'll look at your wife, and you'll think: Dumb bitch.

Desi has loved me ever since the lie, I know he pictures making love to me, how gentle and reassuring he would be as he plunged into me, stroking my hair. I know he pictures me crying softly as I give myself to him.

A las mujeres las consume la enfermedad. No es de extrañar teniendo en cuenta la gran cantidad de transito interno que soporta una mujer. Tampones y espéculos. Pollas dedos vibradores y mas cosas entre las piernas, por detrás, en la boca. A los hombres les encanta meter cosas dentro de las mujeres, ¿no es así? Pepinos, plátanos y botellas, un collar de perlas, un rotulador, un puño

When I'd wanted attention, I'd submitted myself to boys: Do what you want; just like me. Amma's sexual offerings seemed a form of aggression. Long skinny legs and slim wrists and high, babied voice, all aimed like a gun. Do what I want; I might like you.

I don't mean this to sound cruel," Tish began, "but it seems like part of your heart can never work if you don't have kids. Like it will always be shut off.

Para Amy, o amor era como drogas, álcool e pornografia: não havia limite. Cada exposiçao precisava ser mais intensa que a última para alcançar o mesmo resultado.

The world will always want a drink.

Yet most of the time that I'm awake, I want to cut. Not small words either. Equivocate. Inarticulate. Duplicitous. At my hospital back in Illinois they would not approve of this craving.

He'd have to work to make me comfortable here, and he doesn't want to do that. He wants to enjoy himself.

You recognize her?" He actually looked stricken. "She wanted to buy a gun.

It felt almost enjoyable, like gnawing on a cuticle: You know you should stop, that it doesnt really feel as good as you think, but you cant quit grinding it away.

I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him.