Quotes About Desire

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And you're right, too, it has to wait a little bit of time. At least long enough to get a booking at Ballintubber Abbey." "At . . ." Joy all but drowned her. "You'd marry me there?" "It's what you want, isn't it? And by God, it seems it's what I want as well. There, in the ancient and holy place. It's what's meant for us.

You came for me.

He grabbed her hands, yanked them to his lips, then laughed down at her. "You'll be mine, and I'll be yours. That's what I want." She laid her cheek on his heart. Love, she thought, given freely, taken willingly. There was no stronger magick. "It's what I want," she murmured, then smiled when she heard Alastar

I'll tell you this, when love comes, when the arrow strikes the heart, there's no stopping it. And even bleeding is a pleasure.

I mean, I'll have everything I want here when you are. So, yes, absolutely yes.

I'm thinking about a guy who's thinking about me. And thinking about him thinking about me has me all worked up. I don't actually know if I'm thinking about him because he's thinking about me, or if I'm thinking about him because he's cute and funny and sweet and sexy. He wears tweed Parker. Grandfathers wear tweed. Old guys in British movies wear tweed. Why do I find it sexy that he wears tweed? This is a question that haunts me.

Shopping for shoes has nothing to do with need, and everything to do with lust. Do you know how many pairs I own? No. Neither do I!

Only the foolish waste their wishes.

he looks at you like you're the last chocolate bar on the shelf and he would die without a chocolate fix.

He has a need for attention, to have attention focused on him—for better or worse. The worst punishment I can give him is to ignore him, which I've done, fairly successfully

Francis Collins put it, "Why would such a universal and uniquely human hunger exists, if it were not connected to some opportunity for fulfillment?

Jean Paul Sartre: "I needed God . . . I reached out for religion, I longed for it, it was the remedy. Had it been denied me, I would have invented it myself.

It is true that God desires all men to be saved (2 Peter 3-9), but that they have to choose to love him and believe in him. Now God can't force anyone to love him. Forced love is a contradiction in terms.

Love must be free: it is a free choice. So in spite of God's desire, some men do not choose to love him. All who go to hell do so because of their free choice. They may not want to go to hell, but they do will it.

It is a strange and wonderful and somewhat embarrassing feeling to hold someone in your arms who is trying to detach you from the earth and you aren't good enough to follow her.

Something within fishermen tries to make fishing into a world perfect and apart—I don't know what it is or where, because sometimes it is in my arms and sometimes in my throat and sometimes nowhere in particular except somewhere deep. Many of us probably would be better fishermen if we did not spend so much time watching and waiting for the world to become perfect.

Somehow it's hard to quit with an odd number of fish, so I wanted one more for four

She did not want the pleasurable and comfortable mediocrity in which she now wallowed to be the sum of her life.

He was going to take in, possess the whole of the world. Aussie Aussie Aussie, Oi Oi Oi? Fuck off. He wanted more.

Because when push comes to shove, we really don't want to have sex with our friends... unless they're sexy. And sometimes we do want to have sex with our blackhearted, soul-sucking enemies... assuming they're sexy.

Necessity used to be the mother of invention, but then we ran out of things that were necessary. The postmodern mother of invention is desire; we don't really "need" anything new, so we only create what we want.

As of right now, I am in love with her, and that love is the biggest problem in my life.

Even though I wanted to experience all these things I was interested in, I couldn't get them. So I had to think critically and culturally about what was available.