Quotes About Desire

Chcia?em tylko pog?aska? kociaka, a przyj??em go pod swój dach.

I understand that your attraction to me is so intense that you need to keep a safe distance

Joe, is that you? Wow! Mary Kay, what a surprise! Do you want to go fuck in the bathroom?

Just once I'd like to fall for someone who isn't handicapped by narcissism, but it's too late. I love you.

Acid shoots through my esophagus, all that leftover love with no place to go.

Most 'normal' people in America are in the same boat right now, torn between wanting to save the people they're stuck with and wanting to fucking kill them.

I know. Life isn't fair. But just once, I wanted love to be fair. I did everything right. Everything. And now I'm losing you, aren't I?

This was not a blowjob; this was fellatio, my friends.

If you don't start with crazy, crazy love, the kind of love that Van Morrison sings about, then you don't have a shot to go the distance.

Everyone wants everything right now but you are able to wait with Such small hands.

The atmosphere changes immediately. And there's an out of the way place where your mind stores things. You can't reach it yourself. It's like the game Operation and you are the body and someone else has to have a steady hand, they have to poke that part of you, that hot spot. When you get what you want, what you always wanted, what it means to be you is to want this thing and now you have it and there is a roar. Love.

The wanting overwhelms me, the way it does sometimes. I hit the mute button and I feel my heartbeat quicken as I dial her number. I know I shouldn't.

The point is, buying stuff is one of the only honest things we do. That guy didn't come in here for Dan Brown or Salinger. That guy came in here to confess." "Are you a priest?" "No. I'm a church." "Amen.

You want to go places you can't go.

I care and I want to know more and I want to cry and I don't want you to fall for anyone but me.

You have that function on that fucking phone that enables you to know when your texts are opened and ignored, and Benji he ignores the fuck out of you, he is more passionate about blowing you off than being inside of you.

because this morning you didn't know you were gonna want me.

Everyone here wants so badly to be watched, noticed. And the upside is that the desire to be watched is a blindfold.

Love is kind, love is patient but also, mainly, above all - yes - Love is perverted.

But the most important thing I know is that I want the possibility of you more than the reality of Karen Minty.

You love your writing, your friends, your city, men like Benji. And what all those have in common is that they will never love you back. While you give everything.

It didn't occur to me that there was something decidedly odd in finding a box of razor blades aesthetically appealing. I wonder if a heroin addict loves the elegant simplicity of the needle, if a drinker romances the curve and shape of the bottle.

Life had this unmoored quality, full of voids and barely acknowledged yearnings, and if I'd made a list of things I wanted desperately at the time, it would have included the most elusive items. Love with ambivalence. Family members who won't leave. Intimacy that's not scary, that doesn't require a lot of anesthesia.

The underlying questions of appetite, after all, are formidable — What would satisfy? How much do you need, and of what? What are the true passions, the real hungers behind the ostensible goals of beauty or slenderness?