Quotes About Desire

Love everywhere, and none for me.

The pressure of past tragedies drove him forward - the need to escape reminders of his losses, and the desire to be somewhere other than where he'd been. That, and a smoldering desire for revenge.

She flew into his arms. Held on tight as he swung her off her feet and hugged her so hard it hurt. She didn't care. She didn't want him to ever let go.

Okay," he said, his breath hitching, his hands shaking like hell as he pried her arms from around his neck and set her away. Deep breath. Another. "Okay. Just...um. Okay. Christ. Christ , Darcy, I want you so bad I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you.

Hey, Tink," Reed called to his wife. He'd given up on the poker game and was cradling the little pink handle that was Mariah Savage in his arms. "Look how cute she is. I think I want one. S'pose we can stop by Walmart and pick up one just like her.?" Chrystal glanced up from her cards and gave her husband a look. "Three o'clock feedings. Smelly diapers. Responsability." "Oh. Right. I'd have to grow up.

The man lived like a monk. And made love like a sinner.

Damn" Johnny muttered watching her go. "It might not be love, but it sure is fun.

Do things to me, Luke. Do things that will make us forget everything going on outside this room.

The little imp had gone Brazilian. Damn him for a sinner but the thoughts that zinged through his mind would make the roof of a church cave in on him. Thoughts like: She better have done that with me in mind because I'm not letting anyone with a set of balls near her ever again. Thoughts like: Mine. Mine and mine.

show up here." "Let's go then," she said on a breathy sigh. "Not yet." The music thrummed, rising to a loud crescendo, and so did Fiona's pulse, pounding in her ears while Scorpio's fingertip grazed the lace edging of her panties.

He didn't even like the woman. We don't have to like her to fuck her —this from Skippy, his one-eyed wonder snake, who in Nolan's misspent youth had done a lot of his thinking for him and still felt entitled to express an opinion from time to time.

He didn't deserve her—wouldn't in a million years—and he damn well should have stayed the hell away. But she was the best thing that had ever happened to him and if it took the rest of his life, he was going to figure out a way to become the best thing that ever happened to her.

Ethan didn't have a month in mind. While it shocked the hell out of him, one look and he'd been thinking forever. And after one night with Darcy Prescott in his bed, he wasn't sure forever would be enough.

His brain … he thinks with his big, ole, egotistical wiener. All guys do. It leads Brax Jenkins around like a magical porn radar wand. It has now honed in on your virginal hands-off hootchie cootchie. Guard it well, chica. He'll snatch it right out from under you like a fucking bandito if you don't.

Bestaat er een leven dat niet doordrongen is van levensnoodzakelijke vergissingen? Bestaat er een helder, transparant leven, zonder vernederende wortels, zonder verzonnen motieven, zonder mythen die uit begeerte zijn ontstaan?

Wie tussen de mensen heeft geleefd, en nog altijd uitkijkt naar een onverwachte gebeurtenis, die heeft niets begrepen en zal nooit iets begrijpen. Hij is rijp voor de Stad: alles moet hem worden aangeboden, alle posten en alle eerbetoon - en dat verklaart de duurzaamheid van die ondermaanse hel.

era al di sopra di tutti ma non dipendeva da lui: aveva semplicemente dimenticato di desiderare

il mio merito non è di essere totalmente inefficiente ma di aver voluto esserlo

Para usted que ya no la tiene, la libertad es todo. Para nosotros que sí, es meramente una ilusión.

I think turning fifty means you want to keep everything you already have, but you also want everything you haven't managed to get yet, too. Before it's too late.

Growing up, I wanted desperately to please, to be a good girl.

I was ungrateful to Providence by not being happy; and, yet, does happiness always result from the gifts of intelligence? I tend to believe the contrary: one must pay for the gift of knowledge by wishing not to know...

You wanted him dead. And your wish is my command.

but before she can grasp hold of it, it floats away, like the seeds of a dandelion on the breeze, out of reach.