Quotes About Desire

In earlier years, she had dreamed of boldly reaching for him, changing how they touched each other, exploring his body with her hands and her mouth; then, upon waking, she'd felt frustrated and swollen with a desire she could neither express nor share. She'd waited years for him to see it, see her, and reach out.

You can't unlove someone even if you want to, even if he breaks your heart.

she would do anything, suffer anything, to be loved, even if it was just for a night.

Sometimes it feels like a strength and sometimes like a weakness, but I don't know how to stop loving him.

Should that be enough for her? Was she wrong to want passion? To dream of something—someone—more? She'd always imagined love to be turbulent and volatile, an emotion that would sweep her up and break her to pieces and reshape her into someone she couldn't otherwise have become.

I am afraid t put it into words, this fragile impossible hope of mine, and more afraid not to.

KeÅŸke geri gelseydi... KeÅŸke hiç gitmeseydi... Anlam?yor muydu? Ondan baÅŸka kimsesinin olmad???n? anlam?yor muydu? Onsuz bu dünyan?n ürkütücü, tuhaf, soÄŸuk, yaln?z ve boÅŸ bir yer olduÄŸunu anlam?yor muydu?

In love we see who we want to be; in war we see who we are.

If love is a disease, I suppose I'm infected

The more she got, the more she wanted, the more afraid she was of losing it, and the harder she worked.

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.

buy books and we're hungry, and making eyeliner is

Stolen time became the engine that powered her world; on weekends, when hours without Matthew stretched out before her, she felt an almost unbearable need to leave the homestead, run to him, find a way to steal just ten more minutes. The

again. If he could just fall out of love with her, what

Isabelle couldn't look away. She was angry at him—she knew that, felt it—but as he came toward her, that anger dried up and blew away like dust beneath the longing that mattered so much more. Their gazes met, held; and then he was past her, reaching for the doorknob, going outside. The door clicked shut behind him.

protest. Vianne was not alone in her desire to pretend

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You did not get me into anything, Juliette," Micheline said. "I wanted to be a part of it

She knew now what she hadn't known before, hadn't even suspected: she would do anything, suffer anything, to be loved, even if it was just for a night.

But what if you wanted them more than you wanted a singular, powerful you? No one ever talked about that.

The Flame and the Flower

Sometimes life kicks the shit out of you; that's all. It's like the Stones said: You can't always get what you want.

always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I'd like to be known.

I've never begged. not for anything... except my mother's love.And that was a useless waste of time.