Quotes About Desire

but I suddenly had to see you again. I know that seems ridiculous, but I look at you, and I feel sure of something.

Why was it that when she was aching for a man, everyone was married, but when she was giving them up, so many men were so awkwardly single?

Things are't working out so well, and each time the men in your life dissapoint you, you let Mr. Dary in a little bit more. Perhaps you've come tot he point where you're so attached to the idea of that scoundrel, you wont be satisfied with anything less.

All I've ever wanted was to be near you.

He smiled in a way that made me want to kiss him right on the spot. Or the lips. Whichever was closer.

Handles. That's all he could think when he saw them. The woman had braided handles into her hair, just begging a man to grab them and guide her head where he wanted it to go. Surely she had to realize that.

Love didn't care about artificial boundaries. It laughed at the plans of Slayers and Theronai alike. Love did whatever the fuck it wanted, and turned the lives of everyone it touched upside down.

Inside each of us is a desire to be loved, a desire to be chosen, called out of the crowd, and loved for who we are. Seeking these desires, we all become performers, morphing ourselves into whatever role may earn us a place in the hearts of those around us.

He must have screwed hundreds of girls in his effort to get that chick out of his system. Hadn't worked so far, but hey. He was nothing if not persistent.

he is handsome in the way you'd like your husband to be handsome. Someone you can look at for the rest of your life.

The waitress tapped her pen on the tab. "So do you guys know what you want?" And then he did it, just as he always had whenever he'd been asked that question?he looked straight at Keri with blatant hunger in his eyes and said, "Yes, ma'am, I do.

Oh yes, Sean Kowalski. Your amazing kisses have made all rational thought fly out of my besotted brain. If only you could fill me with your magic penis, I know we'll fall madly in love and live happily ever after.

You. I want you and I don't want to be a luxury. I want you to need me. I want you to not be able to concentrate because you're thinking about me. I want you to reach for your phone because you thought of something you have to share with me. I want you to not even be able to breathe at the thought of never seeing me again, because that's how I feel about you, Paige. I want to be a necessity.

I want to kiss you because it's the only damn thing I can think about. Every time I see you, I think about kissing you. Every time somebody says your name, I think about kissing you. Every single night when my head hits the pillow and I close my eyes, I think about kissing you.

And a six-week cap on the relationship was perfect. He could enjoy the getting-to-know-you sex and the know-you-well-enough-to-push-the-right-buttons sex, but be gone before the I'm-falling-in-love-with-you-Mitch sex.

There was no way I could forget, since I've done nothing but think about it since I got out of your car last night. I thought about kissing you for the rest of the night. I dreamed about it. And kissing you was the first thing I thought about when I opened my eyes this morning.

Sean had to get out of the house or he was totally going to lose it. He wasn't sure if that meant punching a hole in the wall or tossing Emma over his shoulder and carrying her off to bed caveman-style, but either was a bad idea. Time to go for a ride and get some space, but first he stuck another sticky note to the mirror and uncapped the Sharpie. You can hold my hand or pat my head or scratch my belly but don't rub the back of my neck again unless you want to get naked.

We hate suffering, but love it's causes.

I have heard from Pramod that you do not hanker after fame. The truth is all you seek. Ha, ha!

Goddamn it," Zane murmured, raking a hand through his hair. What had happened was his fault—he had failed to be the dominant that the submissive obviously wanted and most certainly needed. Instead of taking control he had relinquished it and thus had probably ruined any chance with her.

She's trollin' for a breadwinner and uses a short skirt for bait.

Please, Jesus, I want him to be my son.

Richard, might I ask you something? We've talked tonight of what you must do, of what you can do, of what you ought to do.But we've said nothing of what you want to do.Richard, do you want to be King?" At first, she thought he wasn't going to answer her. But as she studied his face, she saw he was turning her question over in his mind, seeking to answer it as honestly as he could. "Yes," he said at last. "Yes...I do.

Men kill for many reasons, they steal but for one-greed.