Quotes About Desire

I've learned that life is never what you expect it will be. Just as you come to the fringes of happiness, touching it, feeling it, tasting it—and desperately hoping for the rest of it—it's jerked away." "You have your art." "Yes, but that's a compulsion, not happiness. I paint because I must. I love because I want to be loved in return. Wanted to be.

When it is said that it was done to please a woman, there ought perhaps to be enough to explain anything; for what a man will not do to please a woman is yet to be discovered.

She look'd so lovely, as she sway'd   The rein with dainty finger-tips,   A man had given all other bliss,   And all his worldly worth for this,   To waste his whole heart in one kiss   Upon her perfect lips.

I want to be bruised by God. I want to be strung up in a strong light and singled out. I want to be stretched, like music wrung from a dropped seed. I want to be entered and picked clean.

Snub end of a dismal year, deep in the dwarf orchard, The sky with its undercoat of blackwash and point stars, I stand in the dark and answer to My life, this shirt I want to take off, which is on fire . . .

The ache for anything is a thick dust in the heart.

All those nights looking up at the sky, wanting to be there, away from the grief of being here.

Afraid of death? So very much afraid of death that you long to die?

It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her.

Does he lay with you in the grass? Does he stare up at the stars, speaking of his dreams, wishing he could roll over and kiss you and run his fingers along the breasts that tease him beneath the shirt--the shirt he knows he will carry home with him and smell and, God help him, sleep in, just so that he could be close to you?

I do not know what to say, how to tempt you. If you had a price, I would pay it. If you desired particular words, I would say them. I would be anything you want, Jane. Just come back. Please come back. - Matthew in a letter to Jane.

A friend. A companion. A beautiful, passionate lover to spend the days and nights with. A woman to carry my children, a partner to share the triumphs and failures. A woman I can share my dreams with, and who will share hers with me. A woman who I can comfort and hold in times of need, and who will hold me when I am weak , and sorrowful, and in need of the sort of succor only a wife can give her husband. A woman who I so desperately want to make love to. You, Lucy, you are that woman.

I am forever loving, forever waiting, forever yearning... forever yours.

Slave. Minion. Fiend. The others who have come before me have been called such things, but I prefer to think of myself as a disciple; a devout follower of my voluptuous mistress.

No, by God, you've accused me of coldness, but how can you, when you can feel how hot my body is against yours? You've said I have none of the red-blooded passion of my sex, but you don't know. You," he gasped, pressing against her with a hard thrust of his hips, "you will know it— the depth of my passion. But you will.

I'll come back to you," he whispered, not meaning to say it out loud. "And I will ravish you over breakfast, and I will never leave you alone another night of my life.

Oh my God! Lindsay cried. I swear I shall practice celibacy every day for the rest of my life! I swear it, Anais.

It's always only ever been you. And it always will be, Beth. You have my heart. My love. And my regret that I am not the man you deserve.

How do you manage to make me feel like this?' he asked her in a low, thickened voice. 'You give me nothing, absolutely nothing, yet I can't stop wanting you.' His hand reached out, almost pleadingly, to touch her arm. 'Selina ...' -Ashley Dent

My God, I hate you! ' she flung at him. 'Do you really?' Andreas sneered, and his face was savage. 'Well, I've got news for you, my darling. What you feel for me is lukewarm compared to what I feel for you.

Heroine: You have no scruples about taking a woman from the man you believe she loves? Hero: I'd take you from my own brother. I don't give a damn how I get you so long as I do.

Sara: You have no scruples about taking a woman from the man you believe she loves? Nick: I'd take you from my own brother. I don't give a damn how I get you, so long as I do.

Maybe our marriage is bound to be a fight, but it will have its compensations. Fights that end in bed have their own singular excitement, remember.

Saskia...my god,Saskia..i`ve dreamed of making love to you so often over the past two years,I´m afraid you will vanish the way you do in my dreams.I´m afraid i`m going to wake up and find you gone again -Domenico Alessandros