Quotes About Desire

No, indeed, I do not wish to avoid the walk. The distance is nothing when one has a motive;

Hope," Jane said, "is what enables us to keep going in the face of adversity. It is what we desire to happen, but we must be prepared to work hard to make it so.

Hope,' Jane said, 'is what enables us to keep going in the face of adversity. It is what we desire to happen, but we must be prepared to work hard to make it so.

Hope is contagious. Your actions will inspire others. It is my sincere desire that this book will help you find solace in a time of anguish, direction in a time of uncertainty, courage in a time of fear.

He wanted a wife, but this chase, this dance one had to do to get a wife, was downright wearying. Perhaps that's why he'd been such a failure at finding a bride. He wanted it to be easy. To meet a girl, point a finger and say, "You're the one." And she would, of course, swoon as she said, "Yes, I'll marry you." Wasn't that the way it'd been done in years past? Arranged marriages were so much more practical.

Just because I want to bury my face between your breasts and stay there for a fortnight doesn't mean I want to marry you.

I need a wife." Marjorie sat back down, her knees giving out from under her, unable to stop the audible gasp that escaped her mouth. "Not you, you ninny." Even though marriage to him was the last thing she wanted, Marjorie couldn't help but be slightly insulted by this last.

Everyone in that garden knew it was only a matter of time before he kissed her.

Fantasies are absolutely safe, as long as you never try to make them a reality.

He turned and pulled her in, placed his hands on the sides of her face and gazed into her eyes, his head moving closer and closer----she still couldn't say anything, couldn't think of anything other than his mouth landing on hers.

It was everything I had dreamed of, his hands snaking through my hair, my own wrapped around his back, unable to believe I had been given license to touch this boy I had loved for so long, license to hold him, to slip my tongue in his mouth, listen to him sigh with pleasure.

When it's just sex, you're allowed to be predatory, to make the first move, to entice them into bed, because it's not necessary to make them fall in love with you.

The key to happiness is not getting what you want but wanting what you get

Men haven't changed: they love the thrill of the chase, and if you hand yourself over on a plate they'll lose interest.

I suppose you can't help who you fancy, can you? And that was the bottom line, I fancied Nick. Fancied him more than I'd fancied anyone in years, and somehow, when someone gives you that tingly feeling in the pit of your stomach, you stop thinking about the rights and wrongs, the shoulds and should nots, and you just go with it.

Jealousy is a horrible emotion, envy even worse.

He thought there must be a place, like a dead-letter office, where everyone's longing went, yearning that was sent out, day after day. He thought it must collect somewhere, in a dank basement room, the mass of it rising and rising like water, and with no end in sight.

One of the truths I had had to accept during my years on the couch was that pleasure was not bad, that it was natural for people to desire pleasure, that denying oneself pleasure was not healthy.

If she went with him, she'd enjoy Kahil's revenge. She'd welcome the humiliation as it would be at his hands, in his hands, with his body.

I want what's mine. And you wife, are mine.

She made love to break love.

Evelyn wanted to be charming, provocative, desirable, attributes she had never aspired to before out of pride, perhaps, or fear of failure. Now they seemed most instinctive. She was finding, in the miracle of her particular fall, that she was, by nature, a woman. And what a lively thing it was to be, a woman.

And the world must always seem to be either the Garden of Eden, from which he is about to be expelled, or a circle in hell, into which he has wandered like Dante or Orpheus only to find that he can't get out.

Evelyn looked at Ann, the child she had always wanted, the friend she had once had, the lover she had never considered. Of course she wanted Ann. Pride, morality, and inexperience had kept her from admitting it frankly to herself from the first moment she had seen Ann.