Quotes About Desire

The words "I love you" burned in her, desperate to be given voice. BUt even more, she wanted to hear the words, to be told, just once, that she was loved.

you care too much about everyone else. What do you want?

What she thought, over and over again, was if only.

Cuando sus labios la rozaron, todo cambió, o cambió Isabelle. Una ola de deseo la recorrió, le cortó la respiración. Se sintió perdida y encontrada en sus brazos, rota y vuelta a unir. Las palabras «te quiero» la quemaban por dentro, desesperadas por ser pronunciadas en voz alta. Pero todavía ansiaba más oír esas palabras. Quería que le dijeran, solo por una vez, que era amada.

There is something worse than kissing the wrong person. It is wanting to.

It hurts so much to love you.

she hardly missed him. In fact, she didn't miss him at all. She missed the idea of him. She missed a second plate at the dinner table, another body in this bed that seemed to have enlarged in his absence.

Uneori, daca ai noroc, poti privi pe cineva in ochi si poti vedea intreg viitorul. Le doresc o astfel de dragoste copiilor tai - nu te multumi cu mai putin.

Beyond that, she had never had great impulse control. Maybe because she'd never had anything to lose. Now, she knew what it meant to be afraid, to want something - or someone - so much it made your heart ache.

thrust deep inside her body

something you wish you'd

But what if that was exactly what you wanted: everything?

Apparently you couldn't stop loving some people, or needing their love, even when you knew better.

Perhaps that was what it was like to love someone deeply: to feel that no matter how many moments together you were granted, there would never be enough.

Yearning for a life you don't understand is like staring at the sun. Your foolishness will destroy you.

Hope was a dangerous thief, stealing her todays for a tomorrow that would never come.

Indeed. When it comes to books, the saucier, the better, don't you think?

was what it was like to love someone deeply: to feel that no matter how many moments together you were granted, there would never be enough.

The word choice was strange, but I nodded, because she was right. It was inconvenient to love someone who would never love you the same way, because it held you back in life. It tied you to something you could never have.

farming takes root in you and crowds out other endeavors, makes them seem paltry. Your acres become a world. And maybe you realize that it is beyond those acres or in your distant past, back in the realm of TiVo and cubicles, of take-out food and central heat and air, in that country where discomfort has nearly disappeared, that you were deprived. Deprived of the pleasure of desire, of effort and difficulty and meaningful accomplishment.

This humble wish seemed impossible. It was so different from the life I was living, and no one in my circle had those things, or wanted them, or would admit it if they did. I thought I could acknowledge the ache and learn to live with it, the way you live with the pain that lingers long after you've broken a bone, the kind that foretells a shift in the weather.

He felt overwelmed when he thought of all the books he hadn't read, all the books he wanted to read, and all the books he would want to read. Not to mention all the books that he hadn't heard of. Those dismayed him the most.

You know something, it's best no to have what you need because then, you start looking for what you need and make it what you need.

all i want...is mac and cheese