Quotes About Desire

Wild is a word like 'soul'. Such a thing may not exist, but we want it, and we know what we mean when we talk about it.

There are men I could spend eternity with. but not this life.

It's hard to miss something that you have never had.

Aaron looked hastily away. One innocent smile, and in his mind, he'd kissed her, stripped her and had her whispering his name between frenzied moans.

Do you know what frustrates me?" he asked. "What?" "How badly I want to kiss you. I hate your mouth. I love your mouth. When you talk all that blather, it's the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

like an idiot pitching change into a well that nobody ever said was open for wishing.

This, Mrs Munroe, is the scent of intoxication and desire. The perfume of seduction.

There is not one part of me that won't shrink and die without you. There is not one moment when I will not regret the very air I breathe. I am inadequate, a complete failure in the very task of loving and yet I love you. I love you. Badly. Stupidly. As clumsily and as greedily and as hopelessly as a child. And I would not, for all the world, have you believe otherwise. I am broken.

There was something naïve, sweetly arrogant about the doctor's assumption that everyone wanted to live forever.

Is there anything more haunting than the ambitions of youth?

A young woman on the cusp of her sexual awakening is a powerful creature.' She

They wanted a girl who knew what it was like to acquire things out of amusement rather than need. Who sympathized with those whose lives were so pleasantly arranged that they hungered for beauty and meaning rather than food. The

She had never seen anyone like him before in her life. The clothes he wore, the sound of his voice, the expression in his eys, all made her feel that she had had z moomentary glimpse into another world - and she longed passionately to see it again, if only for a brief while.

Do you know what this reminds me of--every time I see it happen? It's like a kids' game where the ones who are successful stand in a circle, grabbing money with one hand and passing it with the other. While everyone else stands around on the outside, watching them anxiously and trying to figure a way to get into the circle so they can play too.

It was cool, his finger, being made of titanium, and he used it to stroke her, first on the outside, running it over her pubic hair until she began to moan, and then sliding it inside her.

Insomnia is the wish to be immortal, granted by an ass.

Apes or human – we all made the same mistake, tempted by shifting leaves or the smell of sex, by music or a ripe banana.

the heart shaped bullet

But as soon as she came here . . . she knew that she had lost what she wanted, that the life she had as a girl was the one she desired always, that she had no need of a prince, but only her dreams of a prince.

Nights, in my room, I turn the handle of my grandfather's old-fashioned razor to release the blade from under its stainless steel cover. I trace the sharp edge over my arm, press it into places where a scratch might go unnoticed. It's not so much a desire for punishment as for manageable pain, bleeding that can be stanched.

If you don't get everything you want, think of the things you don't get that you don't want.

So how do you know what is the right path to choose to get the result that you desire? And the honest answer is this. You won't. And accepting that greatly eases the anxiety of your life experience. —Jon Stewart humorist and talk show host

and he kneaded her.

Seems to me the basic conflict between men and women, sexually, is that men are like firemen. To men, sex is an emergency, and no matter what we're doing we can be ready in two minutes. Women, on the other hand, are like fire. They're very exciting, but the conditions have to be exactly right for it to occur. ~Jerry Seinfeld