Quotes About Desire

This was why I did what I did," she whispered. "I looked at those men at the ball, and I thought of that night in the carriage when you touched me, and I knew I could never let any of them touch me." She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, pressing his hands to her breasts. "Only you.

Viola was just as passionate in her rage as she was in her desire, just as stubborn in hate as she had been in love.

Esskay rested her head on Tess's knee, gazing into her eyes in the soulful way that meant "Pet me," unless there was food handy, in which case it translated to "Feed me.

The heart knows nothing, sees nothing, but it kicks up a ruckus, throws tantrums to get what it wants.

It's at your most lunatic moments that I can resist you least.

There's more to love than two pelvises in a tussle.

I'd love to see him lay a single strip on her white back. It would be the most potent lesson either of them ever got.

Wanting to play God for your own private purposes, whatever they are, might be what getting greedy is

Of all the butterflies that chose to stay, I'm in love with the one that got away.

Desire acts as a honey trap to the unwary male, luring him into unworthy and catastrophic enterprises. The beauty of the Narnian witches isn't ancillary to their evil, but integral to it, one of the weapons in their arsenal. Evil must, after all, appear attractive if it's going to be tempting, and from there it's only a small step further to the conclusion that feminine beauty is inherently wicked.

And I didn't even try to fight the smile returning to my face, as I realized in that moment that I would eat a million pepperoni pizzas for that girl. And she knew. Damn it.

I can see how James or Greene might agree with this point of view: the former finds that the ugly old lamp no longer produces a genie when rubbed and the latter realizes he has nothing left to wish for.

I kissed you because i wanted to see if reality could ever compare to a memory. It doesn't. It's ever better. And I want more, Margot.

Are we marching off to battle?" Please let him think it was the maniacal pace he was setting that made her breathless. He stopped abruptly and managed a laugh. "Sorry, it's just—ah, the hell with it." And he hauled her into his arms, his mouth swooping down and claiming her.

He walked over to his place, the center of a U-shaped configuration of tables, and set his papers down, pretending to consult them. Instead, he inspected Lily covertly, hoping to detect a weakness, some tiny chink in her armor. Damn her for being more beautiful than ever, he thought. A single glance and he began wanting things he knew were impossible.

Maybe children just want whatever it is they don't get. And then they grow up and give their children what they wanted, be it silence or information, affection or independence--so that child, in turn, craves something else. With every generation the pendulum swings from opposite to opposite, stillness and peace so elusive.

The paradox of phallocentrism in all its manifestations is that it depends on the image of the castrated woman to give order and meaning to its world. An idea of woman stands as lynch pin to the system: it is her lack that produces the phallus as a symbolic presence, it is her desire too make good the lack that the phallus signifies.

Woman's desire is subjugated to her image (...) as bearer, not maker, of meaning.

The moment contained all her best hopes and desires. She needed and wanted very little: to be able to gaze upon his face every day for the rest of her life. The place did not matter, nor the conventions of church vows or family alliances or noble ties. He was her love, completely and utterly. As he sank down into her, Meghan gave a little sigh like a moan of surrender but it was not that. It was a sigh of peace, of completion, of a joining that made whole her world.

If you can't get what you want, you end up doing something else, just to get some relief. Just to keep from going crazy. Because when you're sad enough, you look for ways to fill you up.

Have you noticed that if you really want something, you can make it happen? But you need to be sure it's what you really want, because sometimes, when it comes true, you realize too late that it's not what you wanted. Not at all.

Me he pasado la vida soñando con mujeres imaginarias a las que convierto en reales.

Intenté nombrarla y era innombrable, volé para alcanzarla y me quemó las alas.

Cuando lo encuentre, se lo va a comer a besos, o acaso no es propio de los amantes devorarse mutuamente.