Quotes About Desire

And then I went to take my mouth to hers, to devour her alive, to transmit all the things she can't understand.

Al contemplar las pastillas, parece muy fácil. Algo que podría hacer sin mayores problemas. Ahora mismo. Ingerir unas pastillas. Saltar de un paso elevado. Utilizar la pistola cargada de alguien. No deseas morir, me recuerdo. Pero si lo desearas, responde una vocecilla, imagina lo sencillo que sería…

People believe what they want to believe

Probablemente no hay escasez de chicas que quieren jugar a la enfermera con él.

And it took me by surprise how much I wanted to be kissed by him, to realize that I'd thought about it so often that I'd memorized the exact shape of his lips, that I'd imagined running my finger down the cleft of his chin.

It's okay," he tells me. "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." His voice cracks with emotion. He stops, clears his throat, takes a breath, and continues." 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".

Entonces, Lulu? ¿Qué dices? ¿Quieres ir a París por un día? ¿Sólo por un día? Es totalmente una locura. Ni siquiera lo conozco. Y podría ser atrapada. ¿Y qué tanto de París puedes conocer en un día? Y todo esto podría resultar desastrosamente mal en muchas formas. Todo eso es cierto. Lo sé. Pero no cambia el hecho de que quiera ir. Así que esta vez, en vez de decir no, intento algo diferente. Y digo, sí.

It's like an ache, how much I miss them. How much I miss her. I'm so tired of missing things I don't have

I don't believe in wishes coming true. But if I do, what would I wish for? Normally I have such willpower. Like a dieter resisting a cookie, I don't even let myself go there. But for the briefest second, I do.

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.

I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. So I do nothing.

Some things you don't know you want until they're gone. Other things you think you want, but don't understand you already have them.

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

Penso no que a minha mãe me disse: que a pessoa deve sentir-se grata pelo que tem em vez de passar o tempo à procura do que pensa que quer. Aqui sentada no campus que ele frequentou noutros tempos, julgo que percebi finalmente o que ela queria dizer. Julgo que percebi finalmente o que significa desistir enquanto se vai na frente.

Days like these go on for years. It's the ones you want to last that slip away—one, two, three—in seconds.

You can't lost what you never had.

I repeat the words that I wish someone would say to me, and then suddenly we are kissing. I taste his grief and his need and his tears and my tears.

It is a torturously laboured ride home like this. Allyson is desperate for it to end and would like for it to go on forever. Willem is just desperate for it to end. He is so full of wanting that it is painful and Allyson keeps lifting his shirt and licking his back, which she shouldn't do while he's riding a bike because he might pass out (But she shouldn't stop, either.)

We walk a ways to a McDonald's. I'm suddenly ravenous, hungry for something that is not vegetarian or organic or healthy but is bred in a daily misery.

The love of heaven must drive out the inordinate love of what is earthly.

As a rule, man's a fool; When it's hot he wants it cool, When it's cool he wants it hot, Always wanting what is not.

Connor Crane was currently the secret crush of half the female HHH population. And a couple of the males, too.

Sometimes what we want isn't what we need.

Gods, woman," William said. "Your voice is like death. Can you shut it until I leave the room? Please. Seriously, you're like the one woman in the world I want to resist." -Page 271