Quotes About Desire

Ja, det forstår jeg. En går helst bare ut når en må. Eller når en har lyst. Det er vel best å vente, og kjenne etter.

Todo se complica más cuando se quiere ser propietario de las cosas

All his life Snufkin had longed to pull down notices that asked him not to do things he liked to do.

He did not confuse what he longed for with his gratitude for what he had. Extreme desires have their own sanctuary.

Frøken Aemelin, nesten alt det som folk gjør mot hverandre, betyr som handling betraktet svært lite. Det som er avgjørende, er deres formål, hvor de vil hen, hva de vil ha tak i.

Hemul sa pomaly zobudil a zistil, že je to on sám. Želal si vÅ¡ak byÃ…Â¥ niekým, koho nepozná.

He said, "It was burning a hole in my pocket. I had to get rid of it, as quickly as possible. I had to buy the most important think I could think of." And he went out and bought a dreadfully tiny bottle of attar of roses. I think he did exactly the right thing. Some people say Uncle Einar is a snob, and I sincerely hope I can develop along the same lines.

The garnets would have gone in the rucksack," said Sniff miserably. "You don't need hands for that. It's not the same thing at all just looking at them. I want to touch them and know they're mine.

I very nearly wished that I had been born a Hattifattener under the Hattifatteners' vague and drifting stars, and that no one expected anything else of me than that I also should be drifting along toward an unattainable horizon, never speaking to anyone and never mindful of anything.

Isn't it a nice thing to know that someone's longing for you and waiting and waiting to see you again? (Little Creep to Snufkin)

But that's how it is when you start wanting to have things. Now, I just look at them, and when I go away I carry them in my head. Then my hands are always free, because I don't have to carry a suitcase.

Strangely enough, you'll find the less sex a person has, the less they masturbate. I have a close friend who assures me she has only masturbated five times in her life. Of course, there is the theory that she doesn't have a vagina. Then again, I know for a fact that most of her daily life, including her work, is wrapped up in fantasy. Leaving her eyes crystal clear.

A mad desire to be more human, to be more normal, that's what pushes me, these days – but as someone said the other day. "Trace, you're going to have to face facts. You and normal, parted a long, long time ago.

Clearly, when it comes to love, there is no reasoning it out, you just have to do as your heart compels you,

She reached up to push back his thick brown hair and smiled. "I've wanted to do that for a very long time." "I won't tell you what I've wanted to do," he said with a grin. Her eyes widened. "Why, Mr. Barnett, I thought you to be a gentleman." His expression turned mischievous. "I am—that's why I'm not telling you.

Count this as a mere taste, sweetheart, of all the pleasure I can give you. Marry me and let me show you more. Be mine, and I'll take you on a journey the likes of which you've ever only imagined. ~~ Adam to Mallory

She looked beautiful and very innocent, her vibrant blue eyes wide with what he guessed was shock. Her cheeks were stained pink with more of the nerves she hadn't been able to hide during the ceremony. As for her rosy mouth, her lips were slightly parted and ripe for kissing. 'Mine,' he thought primitively. 'Mine to touch and taste and claim at my leisure.

Lowering his arm again, he gazed at her through the darkness and caught the subtle shimmer of her red hair, visible even in the low light. Reaching out, he gathered up a waist-length strand and rubbed the silky ends between his fingers in a slow, measuring glide. Without giving himself time to think, he raised the tress to his nose and inhaled, closing his eyes as Grace's sweet rose-and-honey scent flooded his senses.

Jack kissed her long and deep, with a driving need that radiated all the way to his bones. Pausing, he took an extra moment to breathe in the honeyed fragrance of her skin, to taste the sweet flavor of her tongue as it slid like hot, damp silk against his own. He shuddered from the pleasure, relishing the sensations as though they were manna from heaven.

Without warning, a powerful masculine arm, one that could only belong to Northcote, snaked around her waist and pulled her near. "Every pardon, my dear. I fear I have been neglecting you. I hope you will forgive me." Leaning down, he brushed a kiss against her cheek; it burned like fire.

Grace. Her name whispered through Jack's mind like the silken stroke of a hand. He'd never seen her look as pretty as she did tonight, the vibrant bronze hue of her gown lending her skin a creamy luminosity, her hair gleaming a rich, fiery red that reminded him of living flame. And passion. He wondered if that same intense fire lay hidden inside her, and he relished the idea of finding out.

He set a finger beneath her chin and gently forced her head up so she was looking in his eyes. "Good night, my little Esme. I look forward to continuing this tomorrow. Rest well. You'll need it for everything I have planned.

Have you missed me too?" She met his gaze, her eyes intensely blue. "If I have, you will find I am not nearly as demonstrative with my affection as Burr.

He captured one of her legs, stilling her for a moment so he could fit his own between hers. Sliding upward, he insinuated his thigh against the part of her that ached the most, then rubbed, her nightgown bunched between her flesh in a way that only increased her craving.