Quotes About Desire

I will always be grateful to her for creating in me the narcotic need to hear her song again and again. It is, after all, a harmless need, easily satisfied, and there are few enough of those in the world.

They were all waiting for a man. Men were going to scoop them up in a net and take them home and put them into an even smaller tank. Not all of them were waiting to find a man, because some of them had already found one, but it didn't stop the waiting. A few were waiting for a man to make up his mind and fewer still, the lucky ones, were waiting for a man who'd already made up his mind to make enough money. Barbara

All my life I wanted to go to bed with an American, and now I had, and I'm beginning to see why people don't do it more often.

Non potevano dare alla gente quel che voleva, se non c'era gente lì a ricevere il dono

Sometimes I got so bored of trying to touch her breasts that I would try to touch her between her legs, a gesture that had a sort of self-parodying wit about it: it was like trying to borrow a fiver, getting turned down, and asking to borrow fifty quid instead. These

not even sex, especially not sex, please God not sex, the filthiest and most terrifying invention of the early seventies.

It's a funny thing, sex, she said. It's a little thing like a glass of water is a little thing. Or something that falls off a car and only costs a couple of bob to replace. It's only a little thing, but nothing works without it.

It didn't help, reminding herself that if she were back in Blackpool she'd spend the afternoon aching to be in London. It just made her feel that she'd never be happy anywhere.

People are allowed to feel horny and fucked-up at the same time.

Well, I'd like my life to be like a Bruce Springsteen song. Just once. I know I'm not born to run, I know that the Seven Sisters Road is nothing like Thunder Road, but feelings can't be so different, can't they?

Any desire for a family of your own yet? I would rather eat one of Barney's dirty diapers, he thought. Not yet, he said.

What it was really about was people not having sex when they wanted it. A lot of British comedy was about that, Barbara had noticed.

A night in the arms of Venus, it was said, led to a lifetime on Mercury.

What do you want? Because if you don't want something, you've got nothing. You are adrift, you are washed away, and then buried under the snow and the shadows. And when, in the spring, the snow melts, no one will remember where you were frozen and buried, and you will no longer be anywhere.

What do you want? Because if you don't want something, you've got nothing.You are drift, you are washed away, and then buried under the snow and the shadows. And then when, in the spring, the snow melts, no one will remember where you were frozen and buried, and you will no longer be anywhere.

What do you want? Because if you don't want something, you've got nothing. You are adrift, you are washed away, and then buried under the snow and the shadows. And when, in the spring, the snow melts, no one will remember where you were frozen and buried, and you will no longer be anywhere.

Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was.

Sebastian stretched. Clara stared. She could not help it. He was still in his breeches and shirt and she was riveted by the deliciously tight fit of the buckskins over his thighs. You could avert your eyes, Sebastian said mildly. I could, Clara agreed, but I am not going to. He smiled. Hussy. I know. But I have waited a long time--

because even more than wanting to hold her or kiss her, he simply ached to see her again. To spend time with her. To talk to her. He wanted to watch her roll her eyes when he said something ridiculous, he wanted to feel her hand on his arms like the day before. he wanted to watch her nervously tuck strands of hair behind her ear,and listen as she told him about her childhood. he wanted to ask her about her dreams and hopes for the future, to know her secrets.

Did you ever have a dream? he asked. Something you wanted so badly and just when you think you're about to reach out and grabit, something else takes it away?

He wanted to shout, telling her to stop. He wanted to tell her that he could stay, that he wanted to stay, that if leaving meant losing her, then going home wasn't worth it. But the words stayed trapped inside him...

Whether you're in bed or in court, everybody gets off.

I would be a fool to lose my heart to him, but I am tempted more each day.

O verdadeiro amor é um fogo no coração. É um sentimento alegre e maravilhoso. Uma magnífica agonia. É ser incapaz de comer, de pensar e nem sequer de respirar a menos que se esteja perto do objecto no nosso afecto. É não nos sentirmos completos sem essa pessoa...