Quotes About Desire

Women are the perfect creation. I don't care who hears that. Even before I hit puberty, they lived nightly in my dreams, and I have the feeling they'll live with me in the grave.

The Great Whore of Babylon is a commanding mistress. Once she widens her thighs and takes you inside her, she never lets go.

I no longer care that my time on earth is coming to an end. What better way than in hot blood? Would you rather meet the grim reaper at Roncevaux or between bedsheets stiff with your own fluids?

We all got human weaknesses, noble mon. All I got to do is see her on TV and my Johnson starts barking.

money and money and money, the one item that human beings will go to any lengths to acquire.

Unfortunately, at a certain age, wanting something you can't be or wanting what you can't have can become a way of life.

An addict of any kind is always on the lookout for newer, more intense experiences. After a time he builds up an immunity to the rush of sensation he receives from his addiction. He seeks greater heights, higher stakes.

Under those blue pajamas was a shape to set a man nuts . . . .

When Mildred went to bed her stomach hurt from laughter, her heart ached from happiness. Then she remembered that while Veda had kissed her, that first moment when she had entered the house, she still hadn't kissed Veda. She tiptoed into the room she had hoped Veda would occupy, knelt beside the bed as she had knelt so many times in Glendale, took the lovely creature in her arms and kissed her, hard, on the mouth.

Veda began it, but when she finished it, or whether she finished it, Mildred never quite knew. Little quivers went through her and they kept going through her the rest of the night, during the supper party, when Veda sat with the white scarf wound around her throat, during the brief half hour, while she undressed Veda, and put the costume away; in the dark, while she lay there alone, trying to sleep, not wanting to sleep. This was the climax of Mildred's life.

You damned, silly-looking cluck, are you trying to drive me insane? Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Yes, I could write music. I can write you a motet, or a sonata, or a waltz, or a cornet solo, with variation—anything at all, anything you want. And not one note of it will be worth the match it would take to burn it. You think I'm hot stuff, don't you? You, lying there every day, dreaming about rainbows.

Stealing a man's wife, that's nothing, but stealing his car, that's larceny.

Yes, it was rape, but only technical, brother, only technical. Above the waist, maybe she was worried about the sacrilegio, but from the waist down she wanted me, bad. There couldn't be any doubt about that.

En realidad, lo único que quise en este mundo fue a ella. Pero eso es bastante. No creo que muchas mujeres consigan ni siquiera eso.

You must be a hell cat, though. You couldn't make me feel like this if you weren't." "That's what we're going to do. Kiss me, Frank. On the mouth." I kissed her. Her eyes were shining up at me like two blue stars. It was like being in church.

And then at last I began to realize how terrible a thing it was, the dream that you make come true.

Me gustaría aceptar, se lo confieso. No me importa que esté mal visto, pero no puedo: es por los gatos. —¿Los gatos? —Sí. Tenemos muchos, y yo los cuido. Por eso tenía que volver a casa cuanto antes.

a solitary middle-aged man in the August of life looking for a few more Aprils, an

God I am looking for the one thing I have never felt but once, and I would walk through heaven and earth to find it, if he would but let me find him, so that I could feel it; and if I were to feel it again I would never leave that feeling, or him that gave it to me. - The Dreamer

Booze, he thought. I chose booze over my Moonflower.

felt her heart pirouette toward her feet.

B]ut you remind me of things I can't think about no more. I'm in the last October of life looking for a few more Aprils. I don't want to remember no more.

Of course, immortality of the soul-- the bare soul, cleansed of any personality traces-- is rarely what is desired in the yearning for immortality... More often what one intends to preserve is a public personage, a permanently veiled selfhood.

So you have you price, I said with a mouthful of crumbs. Your soul for a cookie. Fang made sure Dr. Martinez wasn't looking and then shot me the bird.