Quotes About Desire

I want to live with you someday. I don't need a reply. That's just how i feel. It's just...now, i finally have the freedom to feel that way.

just for once i want a love that feels like plunging my flushed cheeks into deep soft snow

I wish to experience the sort of love That compels the dipping of my burning face in softly piled snow.

A Stoic is someone who transforms fear into prudence, pain into transformation, mistakes into initiation, and desire into undertaking.

Then there are the words that the Song of Solomon provides a man. The enchanting words of courtship." She closed her eyes and, lips parted, began to chant. " How beautiful you are, my love, your eyes are doves.... Your lips are like a crimson thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate.... Your neck is like the tower of David.... Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies .

My beloved is all radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand. His head is the finest gold. His eyes are like doves beside springs of water.... His cheeks are like beds of spices yielding fragrance. His lips are lilies, distilling liquid myrrh. His arms are rounded gold, set with jewels. His body is ivory work, encrusted with sapphires.... This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem .

I'll come and make love to you at five o'clock. If I'm late start without me.

Fill what is empty, empty what is full, and scratch where it itches.

I've had a man and I've had a woman, and there's got to be something better.

I'd like to kiss you, Darling, but I just washed my hair.

You don't have to know the HOW only the WHAT. When you begin to focus on every single thing that you desire in great detail in every area of your life, as if you were living that moment now the Universe will bring all cooperative components together in divine timing to make your dream a reality.

And then women will fuck men instead of men fucking them. And then this place can be burned to the ground.

Lord, let us not hold tight to those earthly things we long for lest You be torn from our grasp.

Hun himlet med øynene og viftet dramatisk med armene. Kommer hun til å gi etter for ham, og besvime i hans sterke armer? Eller vil hun sky ham, la ham subbe seg tilbake til Brizzie med halen mellom beina? Hun smilte ertende. Følg med i neste episode.

Funny how often something she'd been so certain she needed turned out not to be a need at all, but a want--when the real 'need' was something else entirely. Something that could only be gained by giving, not by getting.

Settled on the carriage seat, Olivia drew in a deep breath, the first in what felt like five years. she knew it was wrong, what she was feeling. Because of widow of only a week shouldn't wish to dance a jig. But God help her, that's precisely what part of her wanted to do. Not on the grave of her recently deceased husband, of course-that would be considered rude. Just off to the side would suffice.

sometimes it's the one thing we've never had, but have wanted for so long, that has the power to disappoint us the most.

He kissed her forehead and the curve of her cheek. "I love you, McKenna. I have for some time now. And when Hawkins mentioned the option of you marrying today . . ." He brushed the hair from her temple and kissed her there. Twice. A weakness settled in her knees. His laughter came soft. "It wasn't hard for me to know what I wanted to do. So just to be clear . . . honor had little to do with my actions today. They were mostly selfish at heart.

Only when in the sun do you miss the shade.

Fling. That's how he saw their night together. She'd been thinking of box-sets with a blanket over their laps and mini-breaks to Rome or Berlin and making love in front of an open fire or on a deserted beach with the sun reflecting gold in those amber flecks in his eyes . . . and he'd been thinking 'fling'.

Hope is really just desire disguised, just desperation, aching, dressed up like a prayer.

Submissive men, men who desire to serve as consensual slaves, are on one of the most difficult journeys in the world today, because they have rejected patriarchal privilege and embraced their own heart's calling instead.

There's a Spanish proverb," he said, "that's always fascinated me. "Take what you want and pay for it, says God.'" "I don't believe in God," Daniel said, "but that principle seems, to me, to have a divinity of its own; a kind of blazing purity. What could be simpler, or more crucial? You can have anything you want, as long as you accept that there is a price and that you will have to pay it.

Take what you want and pay for it, says God. You can have anything you want, as long as you accept that there is a price and you will have to pay it.