Quotes About Desire

You're going to want me, Simon, as much as I want you...and before you can have me...you're going to have to deserve me.

Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.

I know that unlike that night, tonight I won't kiss her. Or touch her. Or even see her up close. Tonight, I'll listen. And that'll be enough.

Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could.

I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn't have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.

And our lips. There isn't enough skin, enough spit, enough time, for the lost years that our lips are trying to make up for as they find each other. We kiss. The electric current switches to high. The lights throughout all of Brooklyn must be surging.

I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears.

My first impulse is not to grab her or kiss her or yell at her. I simple want to touch her cheek, still flushed from the night's performance. I want to cut through the space that separates us, measured in feet-not miles, not continents, not years-and to take a callused finger to her face.

I'm so tired of missing things I don't have.

She said if she couldn't play, she had nothing left. What about me?

About being grateful for what you have instead of yearning for what you think you want.

Adam lay perfectly still, little groans escaping from his lips. I looked at the bow, looked at my hands, looked at Adam's face and felt this surge of love, lust, and an unfamiliar feeling of power.

It's okay if you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. But that's what I want and I could see why it might not be what you want. So I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It's okay if you have to leave us. It's okay if you want to stop fighting.

Necesitaba alguien a quien odiar, y como tú eras la persona a la que más quería, te tocó

And suddenly I just need to hold his hand more than I've ever needed anything in this world.

Tranquila. Si quieres irte, no pasa nada. Todo el mundo quiere que te quedes. Y yo, más de lo que he deseado ninguna otra cosa en mi vida. Pero ése es mi deseo, y comprendo que quizá tú tengas tus motivos para querer otra cosa. Entenderé que decidas irte. No pasa nada si tienes que dejarnos y decides dejar de luchar. No te preocupes por nosotros.

If music be the food of love, play on

But after shows, I craved connection. I craved skin-the taste of another woman's sweat. If it couldn't be hers , well, then anyone's would do...for a few hours.

Willem, I suspect deep down you know exactly why you're here, exactly what you want, but you're unwilling to the wanting, let alone the having. Because both of those propositions are terrifying.

Love is a bitch.

That happens a lot with Shakespeare. The women go after what they want; the men wind up suckered into things.

It's something that never comes off, no matter how much you might want it to." "You're comparing love to a…stain?" He leans so far back in his seat that the front legs of his chair scrape off the floor. He looks very satisfied, with the crepe or with himself, I'm not sure. "Exactly.

Two oceans between us. And still not enough.

What can I tell you? Love's a bitch.