Quotes About Desire

When a man and woman have sexual relations, who gets the most out of the deal? The man, or the woman? Since we live in a society full of tricks, the man thinks he gets more out of the encounter. But what do men really get out of it? The reality is that women have the potential to get more out of it than the man, especially if the man's seeds have accumulated a certain amount of value.

On marche très vite alors qu'on voudrait que le chemin n'eût jamais de fin. Et le chemin a pris fin.

Who can ever hold the essence of fire? Who can ever know the alchemy of desire?

I was still madly in love with her when I left her but the desire had died, and not all the years of sharing and caring and discovering and journeying could keep me from fleeing.

Love is not the greatest glue between two people. Sex is.

my mother took a younger man as a lover. They spent all day in her boudoir, festering in each other's company.

That's the trouble with grand passions, of course. You can never entirely cleanse yourself of them. It's best to avoid them altogether.

Nothing is sweeter than love, and all delicious things are second to

Who would not prefer the latter?

Now this, bhikkhus, is the noble truth of suffering: birth is suffering, aging is suffering, illness is suffering, death is suffering; union with what is displeasing is suffering; separation from what is pleasing is suffering; not to get what one wants is suffering; in brief, the five aggregates subject to clinging are suffering.

I felt so inadequate as Haroon fell over me, hungry as a tiger mauling a doe, delving deep into my body.

I wanted to cry, but the tears did not come.

j'étais animée d'une faim nouvelle, et certains jours, j'étais véritablement vorace. Le besoin de lire s'emparait de moi et exerçait sa délicieuse et grisante emprise. Plus je lisais, plus j'avais faim. Chaque ouvrage était riche de promesses, chaque page que je tournais était une équipée, l'attrait d'un autre monde.

Trangen til å lese tok meg og holdt meg i sitt deilige, berusende grep. Jo mer jeg leste, desto mer hungret jeg. Hvert verk var rikt på løfter; hver side jeg bladde om, var en eventyrferd, tiltrekning fra en annen verden.

I let my soul be corrupted that day, although it would be years later before I accepted what I had done. I forgot who I was and what I should do and only thought about what I wanted and what I could do.

Love makes a place in your life, it makes a place for itself in your bed. Invisibly, it makes a place in your body, rerouting all your blood vessels, throbbing right alongside your heart. When it is gone, nothing is whole again.

I kissed her every way I could think of. I kissed her forehead like she was my daughter. I kissed her quivering eyelids like she was my dead mother. I kissed her hard on her cheeks like you do before you kill someone. I kissed her collarbone the way you do when you want more. I pulled her earlobe with my teeth the way you do when you know what someone likes. I did everything, and she sat as pliable as a doll.

All Olive wanted was to see this day. That was all she ever asked for and she's not here to experience it. You're home and we're sitting here eating other women's food. I know the Lord has a plan, but this isn't right.

I feel like I need and need and need and it's wearing a hole in the fabric.

But I lived in a world where you could never want what you wanted out in the open.

You love me. You know you do." I wouldn't have answered even if he hadn't cut off my breath with a kiss that tasted like desire streaked through with anger.

I can't say whiskey made her beautiful. Davina wasn't a PYT any more than I was a young executive. But I used to be, and she used to be; something of it was left in us both, I think. Davina was everything I ever missed, transformed into warm brown flesh.

Mr. Hamilton, I do need her." He shook his head. "You don't even know yet what need is.

She told me that since I was very small, I have embraced my appetites. "You always run toward what you want. Your father always tries to break you of this, but you are just like him, brilliant but impulsive and a tiny bit selfish. But more women should be selfish," she said. "Or else the world will trample you.