Quotes About Desire

I would have fallen in love with you anywhere.

Boy poison - a boy's kisses were like a poison, which infected you and after you were exposed you craved more, like an addict.

Use me, Grace. If that's what we've been doing so far, I love it. I want to be used. Now.' He stretched, a long ripple of pure muscle as he invited her in a throaty purr that wrapped itself around her heart and drew her irresistibly towards him, the craving stronger than anger or fear. 'You can insult me, hurt me, hate me… test me any way you like. I'm strong. I'm not going to run away just because things aren't perfect between us…

Scott stood by the bedside, looking down at her. Then he spread his hands, revealing the fine tremors there. 'Look what you do to me. You make me weak.' Grace reached out a hand and touched his ridged stomach. 'You're the strongest man I know,' she said softly, feeling the shift and clench of muscle under her fingers as she stroked them down to his belt. She tugged at it. 'I want you.

Her mouth trembled and parted and she began to gasp in light, shallow breaths that made her flushed breasts quiver deliciously, invitingly… He bent and touched a stiff pink nipple experimentally with his mouth, very gently. She jerked and cried out, exploding beneath him in a series of violent convulsions that almost unseated him.

The taste of him exploded inside her mouth, filling her senses with an intoxicating warmth and aroma that had nothing to do with the amount of brandy he had consumed. He made sounds-rough, greedy, indistinct sounds that vibrated through her tissues, his lips and teeth and tongue consuming her with his passion.

Finally, when she was shaking so much that he staggered with the violence of her pleasure, he drove her back against the wall and took her as she stood, careless of the clothes that bunched between them, oblivious to everything but the primitive, driving force that had conquered him far more devastatingly than he had conquered her.

What we rarely see receive is a picture of adulthood that represents it as the ideal it should be. (...) What better way to keep people longing for childhood than to paint a picture of adulthood no right-minded soul could ever want?

Keeping an eye on the way the world ought to be, while never losing sight of the way it is, requires permanent, precarious balance. It requires facing squarely the fact that you never get the world you want, while refusing to talk yourself out of wanting it.

I want a chainsaw very badly, because I think cutting down a tree would be unbelievably satisfying. I have asked for a chainsaw for my birthday, but I think I'll probably be given jewelry instead.

Now I was also trying to understand how someone could end such intense desire without leaving a trace. If you had really loved something, wouldn't a little bit of it always linger? A couple of houseplants? A dinky Home Depot Phalaenopsis in a coffee can? I personally have always found giving up on something a thousand times harder than getting it started, but evidently Laroche's finishes were downright and absolute, and what's more, he also shut off any chance of amends.

People wanted so much from the library. They wanted it to solve things for them. They wanted the library to fix them and teach them how to fix their lives.

At this point I realized it was just as well that I never saw a ghost orchid, so that it could never disappoint me, and so it would remain forever something I wanted to see.

To desire orchids is to have a desire that will never be, can never be, fully requited. A collector who wants one of every orchid species on earth will certainly die before even coming close.

It was said of Dante that he always had time for lechery.

This building was full of what it was missing.

He hovered between what he didn't want anymore and what he wasn't very likely to have.

when a man falls in love with orchids, he'll do anything to possess the one he wants. It's like chasing a green-eyed woman or taking cocaine.… it's a sort of madness.…

I suppose I do have one embarrassing passion- I want to know what it feels like to care about something passionately.

Because sometimes Lucky wanted to change everything, all the bad things that had happened, and sometimes she wanted everything to stay the same forever.

Sometimes what wishes do...especially the big, big wishes, is churn up all the confusion and longing that sloshes around forever inside of you.

most pressing questions: Who am I? What am I doing with my life? How can what I most desire (love) be also what is most treacherous? Losing love re-focuses all of your attention away from intellectual, physical, or professional concerns and places it instead on love itself, to beg perhaps the most critical question of all: How can I permit myself to love when the possibility of loss cannot be denied? These now become the most important questions in the world and they demand exploration.

Lake Michigan had tempted her. It was a clear emerald green, and she could see to the bottom. The sand looked soft.

I EAT THE DARK