Quotes About Desire

I am angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating ice cream or kissing a boy...

What do I want? The answer to that question does not exist.

I know my head isn't screwed on straight. I want to leave, transfer, warp myself to another galaxy. I want to confess everything, hand over the guilt and mistake and anger to someone else. There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs. Even if I dump the memory, it will stay with me, staining me. My closest is a good thing, a quiet place that helps me hold these thoughts inside my head where no one can hear them.

She dreamed that the kiss had been like flint on steel, and Karis had ignited like tinder.

Perhaps desire will never be fulfilled. But to live is only worth the effort if you live in hope.

It's not the having that matters to you, am I right? So you can imagine living your whole life beside me, in a state of unfulfilled desire, and that's acceptable to you because it is desire itself that gives you joy.

Books are to me as homemade tattoos are to an inmate. Can't get enough of them.

Impossibility is a log thrown on the fires of love.

For the past several years, I have remained what others would consider underground. I did this in order to build a community of people, like-minded in their desire for freedom and the right to pursue their goals and lives without being manipulated and controlled by a media protected military industrial complex with a completely different agenda.

See fantasy is what people want, but reality is what they need. And I just retired from the fantasy part.

The sweetest thing I've ever known was like the kiss on the collarbone, the soft caress of happiness, the way you walk, your style of dress, I wish I didn't get so weak, oh baby just to hear you speak, makes me argue just to see how much your in love with me

I get mad when you walk away (don't walk away from me cmon now), so I tell you leave when I mean stay

A great passion has no partner.

A single spark of occasion discharges the child of passions into a thousand crackers of desire.

Wishes run over in loquacious impotence, will presses on with laconic energy.

The more unharmonious and inconsistent your objects of desire, the more inconsequent, inconstant, unquiet, the more ignoble, idiotical, and criminal yourself.

The erogenous zone is always shifting, and it is the business of fashion to pursue it, without ever catching it up.

strong circle of his own. He leaned to kiss her neck. Her eyelids remained closed as she dropped her head to the side. "Don't," she whispered raggedly. But his lips moved to hers while he held her with one arm, peering past her cheek as he turned off the oven. Continuing to control her movements with his own, he opened the oven door while pulling her two steps away to make room for its downward swing. "Don't.

Diablos, no era necesario ser Freud para comprender que había desarrollado un complejo de Edipo con esa mujer

Al besarse, eran sólo un hombre y una mujer

Touch me, he thought, my arm, my hand, a finger. Let me know it's all right for me to have these feelings for you.

Dímelo otra vez —pidió, insaciable. —¿Qué? —lo provocó. —Ya sabes qué. Dímelo. —Te amo. —Otra vez. Tengo que oírlo una vez más. —Te amo. —¿No te cansarás nunca de que te pida que me lo digas? —No tendrás que pedírmelo. —Ni tú a mí. Te amo.

She wouldn't look at him. He couldn't help himself from looking at her.

She knew how much I needed her. And now she was teasing, playing games. I looked at her and watched her turn into a sex symbol in front of my eyes. She did not look sweet and virginal and lovely anymore. I looked at the very simple summer dress and saw breasts and belly and hips. I looked at her eyes and saw lust as naked as my own.