Quotes About Desire

Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy.

And for just a second or two, we lusted after 21 Jump Street Johnny Depp.

Krispy Kreme's 'Hot Doughnuts' neon sign blinked but the store was empty. Who would want a hot, incredibly-delicious donut right now? No customers stood in line at Louisiana Fried Chicken either. Spicy food without a Mason's jar of cold lemonade? No thanks. The Liquor Bank's parking lot bustled with activity. Customers were leaving the store with brown bags probably filled with ice-cold beer, 7-Ups and bottled waters.

I'm a dreadful romantic. No matter what I go through in life, I want to fall in love with a man.

If we all only owned the things we needed! You don't understand the nature of desire.

She had devoted her life to remembering. And yet she'd failed. She had, somewhere across the years, forgotten what she'd once understood. What Ester Velasquez had understood. That desire was the only truth worth following.

If you find a way to live as you wish, unnatural though it might be, you'll carry on your shoulders the weight of a thousand wives' wishes. Though aloud all may curse you as a very devil.

To sublime: to pass directly from the solid to the vapor state. To sublimate: to divert the expression of an instinctual desire or impulse from its primitive form to one that is considered more socially or culturally acceptable. Sublime: of outstanding spiritual, intellectual, or moral worth.

Though some of the scenarios you're about to read would be impossible to live out, and some might be unlikely, all of them offer women who are willing to go toward what might seem scary or new or uncertain, whether that means an old flame, a sexy stranger or a childhood crush. I

The Western hero, subdued by kisses and the mere tease of rope.

He gets a condom out of his bag and rolls it on while I wait for him.

I'll never forget sitting with you and hearing you whisper, "Find someone to take back to our hotel room with us.

I sank into the kiss, not overtaking his mouth like I normally do, but allowing a kiss like a normal boy and girl, not domme and slave. Sometimes, especially as a prelude to a kinky scene, a little vanilla is needed to spice things up.

I was doing that thing the infatuated do, stitching destiny onto the person we want stitched to us.

A man could say every day that he wanted to change his life, was going to change it, and every day the lament became merely a part of the life he was already living, so that the desire for change was in fact a kind of stasis that allowed the unchanged life to continue, because at least the man knew to disapprove of it, which reassured him not all was lost.

The desire for love is universal but that has never meant it's worthy of respect. It's not admirable to want love, it just is.

It was just one night of drinking and chance. I'd known it at the moment I met him, which was surely why I was enchanted in the first place. Enchantment means to want something and also to know, somewhere inside yourself, not an obvious place, that you aren't going to get it.

Yes, I need the money. I mean no, I don't. It can't be reduced to money. I can't explain why I do it. It's a kind of impulse.

Because I didn't move here to fall in love. The desire for love is universal but that has never meant it's worthy of respect. it's not admirable to want love it just is.

We loved life more than the future.

change was such an elusive thing. A man could say every day that he wanted to change his life, was going to change it, and every day the lament became merely a part of the life he was already living, so that the esire for change was in fact a kind of stasis that allowed the unchanged life to continue, because at least the man knew to disapprove of it, which reassured him not all was lost.

change was such an elusive thing. A man could say every day that he wanted to change his life, was going to change it, and every day the lament became merely a part of the life he was already living, so that the desire for change was in fact a kind of stasis that allowed the unchanged life to continue, because at least the man knew to disapprove of it, which reassured him not all was lost.

I thought of the girl in the photo in Ronnie's studio, the one on layaway. She was probably waiting for him this very moment, somewhere downtown. Checking the clock, applying lipstick, concentrating herself into an arrow pointed at Ronnie. Doing the various things women did when they had to wait for something they wanted.

She always had that empty look. ... It's a particular blankness, and I've mostly seen it on billboards for so-called gentlemen's clubs. The convincing ones have that same empty look. Like they know just how to void themselves and not get in the way of some "gentleman's" fantasy.