Quotes About Desire

The best thing about dreams is that youth holds on to them.

The world, I sometimes think, is filled with someone liking someone who likes someone else who likes someone else.

Because I want to go to the dance," I said. "But why can't you go as a boy? Won't it be risky going as a girl?" Of course it would be risky. But everything I'd done for the past four months had been risky. I took a deep breath before speaking. "I want to go as a girl, because I want to dance with a particular boy." Mrs. Smithers rolled her eyes at this. "There's always a boy, isn't there?

A first kiss, I think, should be important, special. It should be with the person you want to kiss more than anybody in the world.

Did we really want her back? Hmmm . . .

I traded being heartbroken over one guys for being completely heartbroken over another. And I didn't even get to have any fun in between. No relationship, no sex, not even a good makeout session.

I am freaked out, Jace. I'm freaked out because for some reason, I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop thinking about how it feels to kiss you, about how happy I was when we were going to be together, about how even though I feel like I should hate you, my heart knows that I don't.

Hannah." He looks at me, the same way he looked at me last night in the diner, with longing and sadness, and it's like everything I'm feeling I can see in his eyes. I want to kiss him so bad it hurts, but I know I can't. So instead, I tear my gaze from his and look down at the ground.

When we talk about an object of desire, we are really talking about a cluster of promises we want someone or something to make to us and make possible for us.

where love and desire are concerned, there are no adequate examples; and all of our objects must bear the burden of exemplifying and failing what drives our attachment to them.

La voz en off (en Rosetta y La promesse ) sería algo así como "Quédate junto a mí, no me avasalles, no digas nada, no interfieras con mi deseo de imaginarme cómo se sentiría que reconocieses mis necesidades, di algo, dame algo, intentémoslo, quedémonos callados".

Ruby, desperately wanting not to get stuck at the table talking to her mother about the mind-numbing subject of iced finger food, decided to make a swift exit. "Mom, just gotta walk Bug." "But I already walked him an hour ago," said Sabina. "Oh yeah, well, I promised him," called Ruby, already halfway down the stairs. "Who promises a dog ?" said Sabina.

Like I need to play on the Wii when you're there willing to f*** me. Video games are what men invented to fill the sex void. Any man who chooses video games over sex deserves to live in his mother's basement with his mint-condition, in box Star Wars figurines and his real doll.

The last thing I want to do is harm her. Especially now. She's in me. I breathed her in. I kissed her and took a good long taste. This is not just a female I enjoy. This one is so much more than that. My beast has chosen and the man seems to agree.

I know what pheromones are! But that's mumbo jumbo. You're just horny, I'm just horny. It's not science.

He knew he'd be back, because he had a bit of a like on for the very charming, blushing Elise. Like was a good thing between two single adults. Especially if it entailed naked and horizontal moments.

Elise ran back to her room to freshen up. Just because she wasn't looking for a boyfriend didn't mean she couldn't look nice enough to inspire some wank bank fantasies for Brody.

That mama-bear, elegant-and-modest-on-the-outside, hot-as-allfuck-on-the-inside thing was ringing his doorbell. And God help him, he knew it was beyond inappropriate to be making up fuck fantasies about this woman right then but he couldn't help it.

But first he was going to eat her until he made her come really,really hard.He leaned in close and breathed her in.Then he licked.So.Fucking.Good.

I don't have poetry like you do. I only know that I love how my sheets smell after you've been in my bed.

You still smell like the best thing I've ever tasted.

Between the inked-up, rough-and-tumble Mick and Adam, the debonair dom, she was totally screwed. But like, in a good way. This sort of thing they made together was a sort of magic, and there was nothing she could do but love it as much as she loved them.

This was happy in a way she hadn't felt in so long. It rushed through her as she soaked it in. She hadn't even realized how starved she'd been for this. Not just sex, but zing. That connection with someone that lifts them into a totally different category in your life.

She twisted her fingers and ordered her hormones to knock it off. For all the good that did. They were doing a conga line and had two kegs tapped.