Quotes About Desire

True love happened rarely and standing in the brink of one, it would in all certainty be an act of cowardice to retreat without letting her know his desire.

Well why don't you lean over this counter a little more and give me your best kiss, and then I'll tell you if I want you to take me out to dinner.

Skate, if it were possible to choose who we fall in love with, no one would ever get it done, because we'd all be chasing after this ideal person who doesn't even exist.

If i can't be your true love, i want to be your worst nightmare.

The definition of hell is two people in a relationship that is starved for love and unable to fulfill that need.

Making love is not necessary to make love.

Her deep romantic nature prevented her from demanding, from asking for that quenching. She wanted it to come freely, like flowers that are sent and not requested.

I gotta go but... I miss you. That's all.""I miss you too", I say hugging my body tightly with the sleeves of his shirt.This... Is falling.

After all these years, my heart still wants you. It still misses you. it still aches for you. I can't control what my heart wants, I could just deny it of it... Love, Viv

Looking for someone to value what you have, will keep you coming up empty.

I'm crazy about him and I'm crazy without him!

With bated breath we wait for the scent of perfection, accompanied by the freshness of love.

We yearn for a stranger to poke around in our heart. Such an irrational thing it is. Flutter once and lunacy behold.

If I ever get a chance to be with you forever, I will like to be within you, to be explored and loved in silence.

What is love? Imagine a helium balloon tied down and then you cut the ropes on a windy day. That is love.

I was besieged by a yearning, a craving, a burning desire. My heart had opened like one of those mysterious flowers that only bloom at night.

They sought the pain they knew so well and called it love.

The sweetest misery is that caused by love.

Sometimes Love can mean and addiction for hurt.

I know your eyes in the morning sunI feel you touch me in the pouring rainAnd the moment that you wander far from meI wanna feel you in my arms again

Jean's desires, like those of all men in love, were concentrated on the impossible.

Like hot foodI love youlike warmbread & coldcuts, buttersammichesor, days later, afterThanksgivingwhen I wantwhatever's left

A moment of care carries us away!The fragrance of forgiveness elevates usImperfections are essentially universalDivine love drives our desire.

My dark secret is I've always wished I was Gatsby. As heartbroken as he was and as horrible a fate as he endured, I admired that he loved. It's a difficult thing to do.