Quotes About Desire

Having him hold me like that was the only good thing out of it all, having him hold me and being right there with me. I just wished he could have held me harder and tighter and made the bad feelings, the dirty feelings, go away. But I don't think you can hold a person that tight, so tight that she's in your heart, way inside your skin, being cleaned and warmed by your blood. (11)

What pornography is really about, ultimately, isn't sex but death.

My library is an archive of longings.

My emotional life: dialectic between craving for privacy and need to submerge myself in a passionate relationship to another.

When I asked him what he meant by desire, he answered, "I mean wanting something very intensely and with longing—having something that you want to get and that you don't want to live without, so that you become willing to alter existing habits and conditions, so that they become less important than getting what you want.

The Men hunted money and sex. The women were hunted and captured, even the white women.

Show me a woman who hasn't fantasized about getting in the car and leaving home, and I'll show you a woman who doesn't know how to drive.

Her lips taste like mint from toothpaste or gum, or sometimes like cherries or grapes from her lip gloss. She's soft when I hold her, with curves where my hands rest, and when I touch her I think stupid caveman things like, mine and totally mine —oh yeah, and all mine .

Five seconds, and my body's humming. I go half-man, half-machine, and my thoughts go straight to touching her more, to how far I want to go, how far she might want to go, and damn, I start to hurt. No amount of music or hard work will fix this. My body's a beast. A beast that's been held back too long.

A hard choice. Water or books. Hmm. One could always have wine instead.

Amar es ponerse al cuello el nudo corredizo de la ilusión; adorar a alguien mientras pareces asfixiarte. Pero incluso el amor no correspondido, el amor fugaz, es mejor que nada.

We all want to be rich for free.

Corruption wouldn't be tempting if it didn't feel so good.

Sometimes if you want something badly enough, you make it happen through sheer force of will.

You'll never be happy with what you want until you can be happy with what you've got.

it was the smidgen of sadness that, at least for me, always accompanies happiness. The disquieting underbelly of loss that comes with getting something you badly want. The thing I'd always understood, even before my mother got sick, was that anything started will inevitably end, anything loved will be lost.

It seemed I'd never before understood the meaning of the word regret. Now it seemed regret was the desperate desire to reverse a specific amount of time... It didn't seem to me that a tiny reversal of time was such a grand request to make of the universe. I would only need a few seconds changed, after all.

I'd kissed him on the mouth, put my tongue in his mouth, and I knew that I did not know how to stop it. I had forgotten how to stop it.

Afraid, now that I knew what I wanted. What I did not want. I did not want him to hurt me.

I don't want to go home," he said, as if he were telling the truth at last. I wondered in sudden detachment if I would at last find out what it was that he wanted from me.

Do you want to come in?" I asked, surprised at myself. "No," he said. I realized that I wanted him to come inside. Which surprised me even more.

I felt such desire for him, such murderous and vengeful desire, that I was trembling.

She don't want you around all fucking day. Many women that I know take you home, you make love, it's all over, you get up, you can see the relief on their faces: Not only does he fuck me well, he leaves.

It's like trying to remember a dream," I said. "It's in me somewhere." "I wish I were in you somewhere," he said. To my surprise, I was a little disappointed. Too easy, I thought. "Where are you instead?