Quotes About Desire

How could their passion have become so warped, so blighted?

I want you," he said. "I want to be a part of you. It's like we can become greater than the sum of our parts, when we are together.

The excitement of knowing we would utterly drain this boy kindled frantic desire. He too was aroused by the prospect of his sacrifice; the intimacy of this knowledge we shared was more holy than any physical sensations we might soon enjoy.

Barbara Eager, Othman knew, was a ripe fruit for plucking. Still he did not intend to gather the harvest himself. That would be too easy.

I want to make love to you properly." "Well you can't, and you've only yourself to blame.

I wanted you, Pharinet. Is that so terrible? I love your brother. It often frightens me how much. I have to possess what he possesses.

I want him, Taz. He escaped from me, because I wasn't prepared for what happened at Little Moor. Now, I know what I'm dealing with, and I can handle it. This isn't over until I deliver Shemyaza, alive or dead, to High Crag.

He wanted to curl his arms around Shem's body, to hold him close, but something prevented him.

All that compels me now is a mindless quest to see the face of the one I have pursued.

I think he's a fabulously handsome man, who I could fall in love with, yet at the same time he does not seem like a man at all. I'm quite sure he'd never love me back. I like going to his house on Thremius's errands, just to look at him, but he's never noticed me at all.

It felt like when you desire another person, and are unsure whether they return your feelings and then, finally, confessions are made, and communication takes place. You feel light-headed because your trembling hopes have been released.

In her heart, she was afraid that Lahash's attraction to her was far outweighed by his desire to snare Shemyaza.

What an unfortunate time for the wanderlust to strike!

Come back to me, Daniel. I will wait, but I want you back.

Why am I attracted to magic? Write down your responses. You might find you write a poem, or even something that later you will be able to use in a ritual. No-one else will read it, so you can be as honest as you like. Date the page. It is the beginning of a mgical diary.

He burned with the proximity of her body. She smelled of soap and floral scent.

Only the promise of greater comforts kept me travelling.

How much Tayven had been like good food: a delight to the senses. People had wanted to gorge on him and they had. But the flavors eventually had become bitter.

Ah, Tayven, we are not together and I am not swooning in your embrace, ready to spill all. I see through your wiles.

She wished for what would happen to be something incredible and life-changing. She wished for it to be important.

I found it hateful, yet I wanted to be part of it.

Authentic play comes from deep down inside us. It's not formed or motivated solely by others. Real play interacts with and involves the outside world, but it fundamentally expresses the needs and desires of the player.

I am going to move to St. Petersburg," Boris said, his voice a crisp rasp. "You have relatives there?" Rostnikov said, ignoring the non sequitur. "No, never. That is why I want to go there.

Having everything in life is having nothing! But being alive is having the dream of everything and the prospect of nothing. .