Quotes About Desire

She's in love, old devil! Do you hear? A girl will do crazy things for love. Just ask Estella -- she went to Hell for it!

Su mirada era como una mecha encendida que consumía el aire que había entre ellos.

Incluso en la cálida primavera de Marruecos, sentía frío, como si lo único que pudiera devolverle su calor fuera él.

Anhelar el amor la hacía sentir como un gato que siempre se enrosca en los tobillos maullando. Acaríciame, acaríciame, mírame, quiéreme. Preferiría ser el gato que observa todo con descaro.

Sarai [...] You have ruined my tongue for all other tastes!

He was reeling. Here was the impossible, and it was beautiful, and it was terrible, and it flayed open his chest to show that his heart, numb for so long, was still vital and beating… just so it could be ripped out again, after all these years? Was there any fate more bitter than to get what you long for most, when it's too late?

Wishes don't just come true. They're only the target you paint around what you want. You

Si alguien se enamoraba alguna vez de él, pensó con amargura, tal vez fuera agradable poder tocarla sin derramar sangre

There was magic in wanting to see a thing that has been marvelously described.

like quills, dreams can mark you, dreams can stripe your back.

Precious jewels are to be sought, not to be seeking.

Kesetiaan selalu dikhianati, atau ia menanti selamanya untuk sesuatu yang tak pernah dimikili

You don't get it. I am one runaway son of a bitch! I am an animal! I want to eat everything! I want to get drunk every single night! I want to screw every woman there is! We are all wild animals. But we must learn to use our minds. We must learn to control the bestial and sensual sides of ourselves!

Sex has to do with imagination, so the sky is the limit. If you're not doing bodily harm, why shouldn't you do what turns you on?

For I hate, yet love thee, so, That, whichever thing I show, The plain truth will seem to be A constrained hyperbole, And the passion to proceed More from a mistress than a weed.

They wanna know why, I'm so fly, a girl asked me for a ring and I put one around her whole eye.

I'm feelin' like Billy Bathgate, My rap style is passed great, I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake.

Our bottled charm is the main roadblock to drinking that clear cool glass of love.

Inadequate love is love. Unrequited love is love.

Who would one rather be? The one who desires, or the object of desire? One's answer to this question might determine if he is meant to be a poet or something else entirely.

I have a mouth for kisses / No one to give or to take / I have a heart in my bosom / Beating for nobody's sake.

When I was sick, I didn't want to die. When I race, I don't want to lose. Dying and losing, it's the same thing.

I try to describe you to the river. I say you're a snag— Something the river can understand—catching my heart, That I'm rowing without oars, that this is some trip, Never able to leave you, bracing hard against swirls That confuse me, that the whole ghostly place seems like a trap Without bait, that nothing arrives anyplace near Where you and I once wanted to be. from "The Little Ghosts I Played with

I can't open both arms and catch falling towers, catch trees, catch helpless oceans or drowning things. I hold out empty arms because you refuse to fall into them. Every bit of you inside won't come out, which is the way of a heart hatching. This stubornness insists I love you while I hold no act of God responsible.