Quotes About Desire

She gave me peace To want is to lack. That is what it means.

Even at the End of Days, there will be lap dancing.

God can't force his children to become like him. It's something they have to want, a blessing they have to fight for and be willing to sacrifice to attain.

You can give me anything? he asked. Anything! Lucifer cried. Anything I ask for? Anything you desire! Can you give me love? Ammon asked him. Can you take away my sins? Can you give me salvation? Are you willing to die for me? Can you give me the love of my family and the love of my friends? Can you promise me anything besides what you have shown me here? Can you give me the love of my Father, or my older brother, Jehovah, the Christ?

A possession considered of little value up to now suddenly becomes precious to a person if another person desires it, don't you think?

I did not like the thing in me which he had been able to seduce.

A y regarder de près, les 7 péchés capitaux sont éminemment favorables à l'économie : l'envie, la gourmandise, la luxure font acheter, la colère fait travailler, la paresse fait jouir, l'orgueil avive la compétition et l'avarice favorise l'épargne. C'est d'ailleurs le propre du système capitaliste que de transformer ainsi tout ce qu'il touche, même le pire, en or.

to Tocqueville, and reiterated by Robert Bellah and collaborators in their landmark study of American life Habits of the Heart, this pursuit of what one does not have makes it difficult for people to form bonds with one another. Their minds "are more anxious and on edge." Because "they clutch everything," they can "hold nothing fast.

I wanted what we had. What we were going to have. Together. We had a future.

me. That's what it does. Nothing is ever enough. You get more, and more, but you're never happy. It's a trap baited with all the things you want most. That life—it's not worth living.

Words crowded his mouth, but he spoke none of them. Not about the sharp delight he had taken in brutally asphyxiating an innocent creature. Not about the desire to do it again, and to harness that power and unleash it any way he chose. He couldn't speak, either, of the wrenching sadness that permeated him as he realized that something in him had broken, or the delight at having been freed of its shackles.

Women always said he was warm. They snuggled with him in bed, grateful for the heat. A couple of his lovers even claimed that, when he was inside them, he heated them from the inside out. A pleasant flattery, perhaps, but one Hope would discover the truth of. For when she touched him, he did burn.

I've been dead over seventy years and still when I hear a woman scream, I find myself standing, listening, wanting to help and unable to do anything except watch.

Because late night, when I made you mine—" "Shush. You didn't!" "All right. Last night when you made me yours—" She definitely heard Pom snort.

I could write an epic poem about your thighs." "That would amuse polite society rather too much, and I wouldn't like that." "I wouldn't either." She pressed her cheek to his belly. "I can't think of a word to rhyme with marble column.

What an expression of relief, my dear fiancée. However did you make your way through London society with such a revealing face? Not that I object, you understand. Leaning toward her, Mr. Knight smiled with the kind of intimate bewitchment that made her swallow to relieve her suddenly dry mouth. When a woman is as beautiful as you are, she's usually adept at hiding her emotions. With you, I'll always know what gives you pleasure, and strive always to do as you wish.

When she thought of how Lord Northcliff was ruining the life of a poor, sweet, old lady, she wanted to shriek with frustration. She wanted to shake him until he saw sense. She wanted to . . . she wanted to arrange a carriage accident that would finish him off.

She'd melted onto the cushions, almost numb with satiation, and with a chuckle that had sounded both diabolical and satisfied, he'd picked her up and carried her to her bedchamber.

She made him think, she made him feel, she made him want. He wanted to warm his hands on her, hold her against him until she filled him with her light—and he filled her with himself.

I'm going to possess you. You're going to know you're mine every minute of the day. You're going to want me inside you all night long.

She wished she were as indifferent as she had always been with every other man. But there was something about Mr. Knight that made her notice him. Demanded that she notice him.

You kiss like a woman who stands on the outside, always peering in the window of life and wishing she were there, yet never having the guts to demand entrance.

She was changing his thinking, and he didn't like that. Yet he had learned one thing in the desert. Sometimes destiny held him in its grip. He could fight this attraction. He could keep his thinking. But then he could not have Charlotte. And she he would have.

Life is short, and you don't always get an invitation to dance. If you see something you want, go after it. ~ 2000 Kisses