Quotes About Desire

The hate he felt still tasted like love, but that didn't tame it.

The hate he felt still tasted like love, but that didn't tame it.

Sie war so froh, das Jacob gekommen war. Und wünschte sich so sehr, er hätte sie nie gefunden.

Take my advice Meggie: Never develop a passion you can't afford!

Didn't she feel, deep down inside, that her longing was sapping her strength and her appetite, even her pleasure in books? Longing.

Nonsense. If anyone around here needs his neck wrung it's Capricorn," said Elinor. "And that man Basta. My God, I'd never have thought the idea of strangling another human being would give me such enormous satisfaction. But I'm sure if I could just get my hands around that Basta's neck, I —

Por ansiar tanto pela proteção dele, talvez a mãe tenha confundido a fúria sanguinária com autoridade, e a brutalidade com força.

Can one heart love two boys at once?

and had occasion to think on the Italian proverb, " To wait for one who does not come; to lye a bed not able to sleep; and to find it impossible to please those whom we serve; are three griefs enough to kill a man.

If I made you from nothing, then maybe I am God, and because I want More, maybe I'm the Devil.

Love is a sickness. Some kind of a pathogen existing above all explanation.

She resembled Anna Karenina, the kind of woman that if you want to kill, you have to hit with a train.

What does the breathtaking view of the ocean mean without you?

I wish, I wish I wish' wished Wish

THE SPELL OF LOVE DENIED

Where do you want to go, my heart? Anywhere - anywhere, out of this world.

unfold an ornate portable mirror and invite my lovers

Sleep was like wealth, elusive and for other people.

and I thought how liking a boy was just the same as believing you wanted to know a secret - everything was better when you were denied and could feel tormented by curiousity or loneliness. But the moment of something happening was treacherous. It was just so tiring to have to worry about whether your face was peeling, or to have to laugh at stories that weren't funny.

She opened her mouth but did not immediately speak, and I felt, simultaneously, the impulse to coax the words from her and the impulse to suppress them. I always thought I wanted to know a secret, or I wanted an event to unfold – I wanted my life to start – but in those rare moments when it seemed like something might actually change, panic shot through me.

When you are a high school girl, there is nothing more miraculous than a high school boy.

Part of getting what you want is asking for it.

But I was living my life sideway. I did not act on what I wanted, I did not say the things I thought, and being so stifled and clamped all the time left me exhausted; no matter what I was doing, I was always imagining something else.

In general, I have no desire to ever have another conversation about Hillary Clinton, to debate the role her gender played. I'm not sure I want to have any conversation about sexism. If someone doesn't see that gender played a huge role, why would I waste my time trying to convince them?