Quotes About Desire

A Very Short Poem for Poor LoversYou've got nothing, I've got nothing, And it's not a good thing.

If you think you can stand looking and not touching for eight months, you're welcome to try.""Try' being the operative word, " he said, sighing. "No, I can't. And I don't want to try.

The desire for connection with the Divine and our formless inner self is at the foundation of all desire for human connection.

I look at you and my heart pounds, when for years, I don't think it beat at all. You fill the cracks and crevices, take away the emptiness. And when you're not by my side, the loss is unimaginable.

I don't know what makes people start wanting each other any more than I know what makes it stop all of a sudden. I just know that when you lose it once, you'll never take it for granted again

I'll love you even when I can't""I'll love you even when I shouldn't

Because I want to know if I'm allowed to kiss your tears away. Because I want to be able to hold your hand. Because I like you.

Hands that never touch. Lips that never meet. The Almost Lovers, never to be.

It is the touch of a lover's arms that I so desperately crave, not the memories of a love no longer mine.

She spent the first half of her life alone. For the second half, she longed for a man of dignity to rescue her.

Yes, I was a badass all right. And I no longer felt like I needed someone, but instead WANTED someone to share this newfound badassery with. I deserved the best. Anything else wouldn't do.

But every spiteful word she ever wrote him was effortless love clenched in her fists. Her heart screaming for stability in this fiery game of desire.

Tonight, can we just pretend you want me to?

I fall into him like one would fall into a dream, ready to submit to your subconscious's inner most desires and your deepest fears.

I barely brushed towards her cheek as I moved towards her mouth, her nails tickled my chest, driving me insane. Kissing her became my single reason for breathing.

Love should be love. Want should be want. You can love someone with all your heart. They can be your heart, but you have to be able to stand on your own and I couldn't.

Love, really? We're vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak.

And this, my friends, is how love f*cks up your life.

He regretted nothing. Not the way she'd felt in his arms and not the way he'd felt in hers.

Finn was different.And he was different because she wanted him in her life in a way she hadn't wanted anyone for a very long time.Maybe ever.

She was thinking of his mouth on hers. Which seemed only fair since he'd given a lot of thought to the same thing."'Night, " she whispered."Night, " he whispered back.And yet neither of them moved.

What drew her into O'Riley's like a bee to honey was the six-foot, broad-shouldered, dark eyes, dark smile of Finn O'Riley himself.

I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours.

Her touch is like doing simple mathWhen she sleeps in the bed, subtracting clothesThere is a red ink, like a sparkling red wine, adding colorsDividing body, remembering gods, without multiplying