Quotes About Desire

Me da vergüenza decirlo, esas cosas ya no se usan, pero desde ya confieso que lo mío con él fue totalmente así: agonía de corazón ardido que se desangra de amor.

la sangre, como la leche hervida, siempre está esperando una oportunidad para derramarse y cuando empieza ya no quiere detenerse.

Apiádate, Dios mío -le ruego a una divinidad en la que nunca he creído ni creo-. No me obligues a amar a quien no me ama. Mándame si quieres las otras Siete Plagas, pero de esa, y de este intolerable olor a mortecino que me envuelve, exonérame por caridad, amén

Forgive me, giver, if I destroy the gift: it is so nearly what would please me I cannot but perfect it

We have to get through the summer.' Finn didn't want to get through the summer. He wanted to fall into it, hunker down and stay for a while.

Hoping so hard that there was one boy out there who wanted you as much as you wanted him, because you wouldn't know what you would do with yourself if this were not true.

She clenched the blanket in her fist, and sighed, and breathed his name, and if she hasn't said it out load, he wouldn't have known what to call himself, because everything was her.

You're only hurting yourself. Besides, the citizens like blood, don't they? They smell it.

Despite the pain and the blood, Roza took in the icy-eyed man's expression of frozen, stony horror and reveled in it, delighted in it. It was delicious, his horror. She wanted to see it up close. She wanted to eat it.

Frankie sat there, oblivious to them all, the pastel warm between her fingers, thinking about the fact that Sam knew her name, thinking about the way his lower lip curled under his teeth to pronounce it, thinking about his lips and teeth and hair and bones and all the other truths of a body that seem so mundane when that body is yours, and so fascinating when that body belongs to someone else.

That if she could choose, Sister Bert would dive into one of those books and never come back out again.

That was his problem, you see, staying in love. When you fall in love as quickly as Gaspare did, when you can be swayed by the merest hint of feeling, the merest hitch in the blood, you can fall out of love just as fast - with places, with jobs, with women.

You use what moves you.

It was delicious, his horror. She wanted to see it up close. She wanted to eat it.

Wanting everything seems like an excellent way to set yourself up for disappointment. But what if you accept the yearning, what if the yearning is the only thing that can satisfy?

But I also knew that the human condition leads us to feel alive when confronted with things that we have never imagined, and even more alive when confronted with things we cannot have.

We have plenty of time. Averaged over the entire American population, people watch almost as much television as they work. If people don't exercise, it's because they don't want to exercise. Time becomes the scapegoat. Time becomes the scapegoat for all sorts of things, which explains the phrase "If you want something done, ask a busy person.

I would court you with a passion, if things were different. You'd never get me off your porch swing.

Like a child playing at hide-and-seek, I did not move, in case I had been mistaken about being spotted. And childishly I felt both the desire to stay hidden and a thrill of anticipation about being caught. For this face, turned squarely to me, had eyes set directly on mine.

The distant threat of eternal damnation pales in comparison to the immediate gratification of corrupting young skin.

What are you doing?" I say hoarsely as he trails a finger from the beauty mark on my rib cage to the one on my hip, leaving a path of goose bumps in his wake. "Connecting the dots," he murmurs with a wicked look. "Uh-oh, you made me lose my place. Now I have to start all over again...

There are only the three of us and our dark, burgeoning desires I am so afraid of what comes next

I hope someone will be lost without me someday.

In a world where everything could be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, it was too incredible to think that this could not.