Quotes About Desire

Night can't cloak your scarlet dream. Accept Desire's call.

How can losing love make you want to destroy people?

This time the fluttery feeling in my stomach was more intense. It made the inside of my thighs tingle and my breathing deepen.

Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can't get it.

What you want, my lad, and what you're going to get are two very different things.

Suiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness in the heart? A sort of aching void of the soul?' 'Oh, rather!' 'What do you do about it?' 'I generally take a couple of cocktails.

More and more clearly as the scones disappeared into his interior he saw that what the sensible man wanted was a wife and a home with scones like these always at his diposal.

On writing Jeeves and Wooster stories]: You tell yourself that you can take Jeeves stories or leave them alone, that one more can't possibly hurt you, because you know you can pull up whenever you feel like it, but it is merely wish-full thinking. The craving has gripped you and there is no resisting it. You have passed the point of no return.

But those who read thrillers are an impatient race. They chafe at scenic rhapsodies and want to get on to the rough stuff.

I'm not much of a ladies' man, but on this particular morning it seemed to me that what I really wanted was some charming girl to buzz up and ask me to save her from assassins or something.

I see no percentage in your being alive. I wish you were a corpse, preferably a mangled one. I should like to dance on your remains.

Nobody ever wants to do anything except what they are not allowed to do.

Love is a fever which, so to speak, drives off without wasting time on the address.

There are moments in the life of every man when the impulse attacks him to sacrifice his future to the alluring gratification of the present.

Ask the first lion cub you meet, and it will tell you that, once you've tasted blood, there is no pulling up, and it's the same with opening telegrams.

She wished that she had been content with one of the seats at the back. But Jane Hubbard had insisted on the front row. She always had a front-row seat at witch dances in Africa, and the thing had become a habit.

Until tonight I saw him only through the golden mist of love, and thought him the perfect man. This evening he revealed himself as what he really is – a satyr.

Oh Brancepeth,' said the girl, her voice trembling, 'why haven't you any money? If only you had the merest pittance - enough for a flat in Mayfair and a little weekend place in the country somewhere and a couple of good cars and a villa in the South of France and a bit of trout fishing on some decent river, I would risk all for love.

There are few things more tragic than the desire of the moth for the star; and it is a curious fact that the spectacle of a star almost invariably fills the most sensible moth with thoughts above his station.

I see. Before you fell a victim to the feverish desire for reckless speculation which is so marked a characteristic of the American business man, what?

The stoppered bottle does not care whose is the hand that removes its cork – all it wants is the chance to fizz:

I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

Of everything I have seen, it's you I want to go on seeing: of everything I've touched, it's your flesh I want to go on touching. I love your orange laughter. I am moved by the sight of you sleeping. What am I to do, love, loved one? I don't know how others love or how people loved in the past. I live, watching you, loving you. Being in love is my nature.