Quotes About Desire

It has long been known to me that certain objects want you as much as you want them. These are the ones that become important, the objects that you hold dear. The others fade from your life entirely. You wanted them, but they did not want you in return.

There is a kind of sadness in not wanting the things that give so many other people their life's meaning.

Whether I want kids is a secret I keep from myself—it is the greatest secret I keep from myself.

All I'm saying is: if there's a pool and people are in the pool and you're not in the pool, you want to be in the pool just like those people in the pool. It's just a fact of nature.

Happily we run away from even the brightest and best things in our lives, because we are curious about what else is out there. And what else is out there? Just more of the same, whichever way you look. Whichever way you turn, it's the same life you're facing. It's the same life that's facing you.

Love is a battle between the sexes in which the man always wins because that's more erotic for everyone!

Do I want children because I want to be admired as the admirable sort of woman who has children? Because I want to be seen as a normal sort of woman, or because I want to be the best kind of woman, a woman with not only work, but the desire and ability to nurture, a body that can make babies, and someone who another person wants to make babies with? Do I want a child to show myself to be the (normal) sort of woman who wants and ultimately has a child?

She doesn't want a baby—but her body doesn't believe her. On some level, no one believes her. On some level, she doesn't even believe herself.

What if I've suppressed my desire for children so much that my desire is unrecognizable to me?

Why are you all reading? I don't understand this reading business when there is so much fucking to be done.

You think you can have everything. But you can't.

And She dances and spins toward darkness all dressed in autumn fire To descend to the time of shadow, and rest from the world's desire…

I love you, Billie. Give me the chance to make you happy. To show you who I really am – the man who can't live without you. The man who deserves your heart

I'm going to come," he whispered, lips against her ear. "Deep, deep inside you.

He'd performed like a well-oiled automaton last night, blocking out the reality of the woman taking her pleasure beneath him, banishing images of Billie that rushed time and again through his thoughts and threatened the steely control he maintained over his own orgasm. When at last he'd let himself go, one fevered word had pounded through his brain. Billie.

In her own fumbling way, she'd reminded him he was just a man, fallible, needful, a member of the supremely imperfect human race…and shamefully undeserving of what she had to offer. Looking at Billie, touching her, tasting her, had filled him with a wanting fiercer than any he'd known. For the first time, he was faced with something he couldn't truly have, because of what he'd become.

Feathers needed, swan preferred.

Still, I know how to use the little I have, my flat stomach and rather flatter chest, my slightly bowed, but strong and flexible legs. I produce plenty of phlegm. I have clever hands and a stare that could take the silvering off a mirror. Men flatter themselves they are original in admiring me. How confused they are when they find out they have competition. (There is no desperation like that of a lover who has decided to do you a favor, and finds himself waiting in line.)

Despite the other men and women in the crowded room, Nate felt as if Adam played for him. Only for him. Blood pounded through his veins, his cock drawing tight beneath the unforgiving denim of the faded jeans he wore. It was the same every time Adam played his saxophone or sang in that smoky voice of his. Intense arousal surged through Nate's mind along with confusion. How could one man make him feel this way? So lost. So incredibly aroused. So damn needy.

We're a 'we' now?" "I thought I made that clear the other night when I tied you face down to the bed and fucked ya proper

Forget he never wanted this in the first place. Forget he was convinced she might be clinically insane and definitely feral. The bottom line was, she ran. She didn't even stop to shower. She woke up, saw Zach lying next to her, and took to the Texas hills. Not a good sign when one was just starting out in a relationship.

Dee-Ann came back in the hallway and both men stopped and stared at her. "Just came back to get some water out of the fridge." When neither man said anything to her, she asked, "Somethin' wrong?" Ric stepped forward. "How many children do you want?" Lock grabbed Ric by his hair and yanked him back, slamming him into the front door. "Ow!

Why couldn't she get the man out of her mind? Because he reminded you what that hole between your legs is really for.

She needed to say something sexy and romantic with a mere hint of her vast intelligence. Something that would entice him into bed. But what came out was, "I wanna fuck." -Miki Kendrick