Quotes About Desire

Neither ever mentioned this most tender hope.

when Marilyn had leaned over his desk and kissed him, this beautiful honey-haired girl, when she came into his arms and then into his bed, James could not quite believe it. The first afternoon they'd spent together, in his tiny whitewashed studio apartment, he marveled at how her body fit so perfectly against his: her nose nestled exactly into the hollow between his collarbones; her cheek curved to match the side of his neck. As if they were two halves of a mold.

It was like training yourself to live on the smell of an apple alone, when what you really wanted was to devour it, to sink your teeth into it and consume it, seeds, core, and

He wants the old man to deliver a biting comeback, he wants the old man to punch the pizza guy in his smirking face, he wants the old man to back away before the pizza guy says—or does—something worse. Before he lifts those hands that pound and flatten thick dough into compliance. The moment tautens and tightens,

everything was saturated with sex; everywhere it oozed out, like dirty honey.

She knew what her parents had longed for, without them saying a word, and she had wanted them happy.

But at that moment she had known, with a certainty she would never feel about anything else in her life, that it was right, that she wanted this man in her life. Something inside her said, He understands. What it's like to be different.

smell of an apple alone, when what you really wanted was to devour it, to sink your teeth into it and consume it, seeds, core, and all.

You can't just do what you want, she thought. Why should Mia get to, when no one else did?

the feeling that the place you're in is too small.

The occasional embrace, a head lean, just a moment on your shoulder, when what you really wanted more than anything was to press them to you and hold them so tight you fuse together and could never be taken apart.

I stället ställde hon den fråga som flöt under alla de andra frågorna som en djup underjordisk flod. »Var jag önskad?«

The rush of things she wanted to say churned in her head.

Like a child, she would not see beyond the demolished walls of her soap bubble which had encased her in its iridescence, promising scarves of brilliant colours, perfume, fine stockings, cosmetics, bracelets, rich warm cardigans, petticoats with frills and inset lace. Tablets of soap, bed socks and two handkerchiefs were weapons piercing her with old age.

Ölmek istiyorum, dekorsuz, poz almadan. Batan bir güne? gibi ihti?amla de?il, kaderin bileklerime takt??? prangalardan kurtulmak için ölmek. Mütevazi bir odadan süslü bir salona geçer gibi, realiteden tarihe geçmek umurumda de?il. Ah inanabilseydim. Ist?rap gayyas?nda aylarca kald?m, orada yaln?z sükut vard?. Neredesin, yanan aln?m? mü?fik avuçlar?nda dinlendirecek Meçhul Dost?

Avrupa Tanzimattan beri ayn? emelin kovalay?c?s?d?r: Türk ayd?n?nda mukaddesi öldürmek. Mukaddesi yani ?slamiyeti.

Hunger is the best sauce in the world.

The desire to reach for the sky runs deep in our human psyche.

Attendre est encore une occupation. C'est ne rien attendre qui est terrible.

What we desire is not to possess a woman, but to be the only one to possess her.

Erano gli unici, i soldati, ad accorgersi che le donne esistevano ancora. Nella citùù disordinata e sempre all'erta, più nessuno osservava le donne di un tempo, nessuno le seguiva, nemmeno vestite da estate, nemmeno se ridevano. Anche in questo la guerra, io l'avevo prevista. Per me questo rischio era cessato da un pezzo. Se avevo ancora desideri, non avevo più illusioni.

Oysa herkes öldürür sevdiÄŸi ÅŸeyi, Bu herkesçe biline. Kimi sert bir bak??la yapar bunu, Kimi övücü sözlerle.

Ma ne avevo abbastanza e capivo che ormai tutta quanta Torino e il mestiere e le strade e le pietre di casa non bastavano piu a darmi pace.

Capii che Nuto aveva davvero ragione quando diceva che vivere in un buco o in un palazzo è lo stesso, che il sangue è rosso dappertutto, e tutti vogliono esser ricchi, innamorati, far fortuna.