Quotes About Desire

Bryce was a typical man—he didn't know what he needed; he just knew what he liked.

Lucas came into view. Oh, wow. Wow. He wore carpenter shorts and work boots and a white T-shirt that made his skin seem darker. Blue-collar man and his big, strong . . . um. . .hammer. Wasn't there a porno about this? There should be. Someone should make one now. . .

Love was not all you needed. You needed to match, to fit, to want the same things

droom van een man

If I can't smell your hair at least once a day for the rest of my life, I might have to kill myself.

The corner of his mouth rose, and so did my entire reproductive system

I want to be with someone. I want to be part of a couple. I want kids. He's a good person, Georgia. All I have to do is—what's that saying?—make the scales fall from his eyes, and I think he could love me.

It's not easy to love someone, but really, really not want anything of what they are to rub off on you.

Once I see God, I'll never be hungry or thirsty or bored again, never wish or want again, never reach for something undefined again. I will have it all.

The way his jeans hugged his cheeks drew me to him and made me feel warm.

I may not be desperate. But I'm close.

Katsa sat in the darkness of the Sunderan forest and understood three truths. She loved Po. She wanted Po. And she could never be anyone's but her own.

I don't want any of this. I just want to be what I was before you showed up here and all hell broke loose. I want to be popular and dating the hottest guy in school. Now I'm none of those things, and I'm a human who has scary visions and don't know what to do about any of it.

And kissing him is like sucking on alcohol-soaked feet.

I'm not really much of a shopper. I have to say that I'd definitely prefer good sex. What makes good sex? Oh my god. I think you need to feel free and you have to really trust the other person. And you have to have that strange, mysterious chemical connection.

He loves a version of me that is incomplete. I always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I'd like to be known.

She waited for you in a thousand different ways.

It occurred to her suddenly, sharply, that she wanted to be in love... She wanted not to feel so damned alone in the world.

She saw how love could be dangerous and beyond control. Ravenous.

You couldn't give up you for them. But what if you wanted them more than you wanted a singular powerful you?

This time I really am going to light the world on fire,' she said, laughing. 'I finally have a fucking match.

it was only possible to live without love when you'd never known it.

It's not weak, you know. To feel things deeply, to want things. To need.

The man whose interests are all outside is never satisfied with what is necessary, but is perpetually hankering after something more and better which, true to his bias, he always seeks outside himself. He forgets completely that, for all his outward successes, he himself remains the same inwardly. . .Obviously the outward lives of men could do with a lot more bettering and beautifying, but those things lose their meaning when the inner man does not keep pace with them.