Quotes About Desire

Whilst I would have given worlds to touch your hand, you have let a rake come in without right or ceremony and—kiss you! Heaven's mercy—kiss you!

Poi si faceva più chiaro, e i suoi lineamenti diventavano semplicemente femminili, cambiandosi da quelli di una divinità capace di dare la beatitudine in quelli di un essere che agognava di possederla

Some women's love of being loved is insatiable ; and so, often, is their love of loving; and in the last case they may find that they can't give it continuously to the chamber-officer appointed by the bishop's licence to receive it.

TotuÅŸi, experienÅ£a ei consta nu numai dintr-o serie de dezam?giri, ci mai ales dintr-o serie de substituiri. Se întâmplase de mai multe ori ca ceea ce dorea s? nu-i fie acordat, dar s? nu fi dorit ceea ce i se acorda. AÅŸa c? acum privea cu un fel de liniÅŸte interioar? zilele pe veci apuse când Donald fusese iubitul ei tainic ÅŸi se întreba ce lucru nedorit îi va trimite acum cerul în locul lui.

I see your face in every scene of my dreams, and I hear your voice in every sound. I wish I did not. It is too much what I feel. They say such love never lasts

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Had she perceived this meeting's import, she might have asked why she was doomed to be seen and coveted that day by the wrong man and not by some other man, the right and desired one in all respects - as nearly as humanity can supply the right and desired; yet to him who amongst her acquaintance might have approximated to this kind, she was but a transient impression, half forgotten.

What I meant to tell you was only this', she said eagerly, and yet half-conscious of the absurdity of the position she had made for herself: 'that nobody has got me yet as a sweetheart, instead of my having a dozen as my aunt said; I hate to be thought men's property in that way_ though possibly I shall be to be had some day Bathsheba Everdene

Én csak egyvalamit fogok tenni ebben az életben... de azt biztosan... szeretni magát, vágyakozni maga után, akarni magát, míg meg nem halok.

The secret of happiness lay in limiting the aspirations . . .

Era una di quelle sere in cui la tristezza può impossessarsi delle persone più allegre senza che ciò provochi alcuna sorpresa; quando negli emotivi l'amore si trasforma in angoscia, la fiducia in desiderio e la speranza precipita nell'apprensione; quando il ricordo non suscita alcun rimpianto per le occasioni che ci sono sfuggite e l'attesa non induce all'azione.

His affection itself was less fire than radiance, and, with regard to the other sex, when he ceased to believe he ceased to follow: contrasting in this with many impressionable natures, who remain sensuously infatuated with what they intellectually despise.

his dreams were as gigantic as his surroundings were small.

Was Bathsheba altogether blind to the obvious fact that the support of a lover's arms is not of a kind best calculated to assist a resolve to renounce him? Or was she sophistically sensible, with a thrill of pleasure, that by adopting this course for getting rid of him she was ensuring a meeting with him, at any rate, once more?

But do I desire unreasonably much in wanting what is called life—music, poetry, passion, war, and all the beating and pulsing that is going on in the great arteries of the world? That was the shape of my youthful dream; but I did not get it.

Any woman who has ever tried will know without explanation what an unpalatable task it is to dismiss, even when she does not love him, a man who has all the natural and moral qualities she would desire, and only fails in the social. Would-be lovers are not so numerous, even with the best women, that the sacrifice of one can be felt as other than a good thing wasted, in a world where there are few good things.

Occasionally, on purpose, Dr. Lecter drops a teacup to shatter on the floor. He is satisfied when it does not gather itself together. For many months now, he has not seen Mischa in his dreams. Someday perhaps a cup will come together. Or somewhere Starling may hear a crossbow string and come to some unwilled awakening, if indeed she even sleeps.

She wanted to go inside. She wanted to go in, wanting it as we want to jump from balconies, as the glint of the rails tempts us when we hear the approaching train.

We don't begin to covet with imagined things. Coveting is a very literal sin–we begin to covet with tangibles, we begin with what we see every day.

It would be so nice to be wanted by someone with the courage to get his hat or stay as he damn pleased, and who gave her credit for the same. Someone who didn't worry about her.

the longing need to be noticed that is often miscalled ego.

Dr. Doemling, does he want to fuck her or kill her, or eat her, or what?' Mason asked, exhausting the possibilities he could see. 'Probably all three,' Dr. Doemling said.

If you believe you are beyond harm, will you go inside? Will you enter this palace so prominent in blood and glory, follow your face through the web-spanned dark, toward the exquisite chiming of the clavier? The alarms cannot see us. The wet policeman lurking in the doorway cannot see us. Come …

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