Quotes About Desire

Did you want her to kill herself? No. I wanted her to be free. Do you think that's freedom? Maybe not. But a fast car and an open road can give you a sensation that's hard to duplicate elsewhere or otherwise.

You dont always get what you want. But then you dont always want what you get so it's probably pretty much of a wash.

Will children yet to come harbor a longing for a thing they cannot even name?

The freedom of birds is an insult to me. I'd have them all in zoos.

There were times I'd see [my brother] looking at me and I would leave the room crying. I knew that I'd never be loved like that again. I just thought that we would always be together. I know you think I should have seen that as more aberrant than I did, but my life is not like yours. My hour. My day. I used to dream about our first time together. I do yet. I wanted to be revered. I wanted to be entered like a cathedral.

Odd the way the world is. How you can have just about anything except what you want.

A friend once told me that that those who choose a love that can never be fulfilled will be hounded by a rage that can never be extinguished.

You know my sister married a boy from Winston-Salem. And I thought to myself: I really need to get out of this town.

Your heart's desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery.

This market way of life promotes addictions to stimulation and obsessions with comfort and convenience.

In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?

He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.

He longed for the deep as she longed for the night sky and for white lilies floating on water -- although she still tried to convince herself that love alone could feed her soul.

When the heart craved something so forcefully, then reason became nothing but helpless observer.

How loud a heart could beat. Until it took your breath away.

What was this yearning, tearing at her insides like hunger and thirst? It couldn't be love. Love was warm and soft, like a bed of leaves. But this was dark, like the shade under a poisonous shrub, and it was hungry. So hungry. It must have some other name, just as there couldn't be the same word for life and death, or for moon and sun

Her skin smelled of autumn and the wind. Don't Jacob... But it was too late. Clara didn't flinch as he pulled her close. He grabbed her hair, kissed her mouth, and he felt her heart beating as fast as his own. ...Let her go, Jacob. But he kissed her again, and it was his name she whispered, not Will's.

From the tower battlements, Dustfinger looked down on a lake as black as night, where the reflection of the castle swam in a sea of stars. The wind passing over his unscarred face was cold from the snow of the surrounding mountains, and Dustfinger relished life as if he were tasting it for the first time. The longing it brought, and the desire. All the bitterness, all the sweetness, even if it was only for a while, never for more than a while, everything gained and lost, lost and found again.

Power. Intoxicating. Like a fine wine.

What a plague love is!

Accursed, blasted, heartless things [books]! Full of empty promises, full of false lures, always making you hungry, never satisfying you, never!

Unlike me, he realized that Dustfinger would do anything in return for such a promise. All he wants is to go back to his own world. He doesn't even stop to ask if his story there has a happy ending! Well, that's no different from real life, remarked Elinor gloomily. You never know if things will turn out well. Just now our own story looks like it's coming to a bad end.

Yes, Mo would come. Meggie could think of nothing else as Fenoglio led her away with him, his arm around her as if he could really protect her from Capricorn and Basta and all the others. But he couldn't. Would Mo be able to protect her? Of course not. He mustn't come, she thought. Please. Perhaps he won't be able to find his way in again! He mustn't come. Yet there was nothing she wanted more, nothing in the whole wide world.

What else but death could you hope to reap when you gave your heart to a mortal?