Quotes About Desire

And sorrows return, though we drown them with wine, Since the world can in no way answer our craving, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishingboat.

I didn't always want to be a dad.

Cuando era niño, solía llevar a casa animales del bosque (…) Nunca logré domesticarlos, porque lo único que querían, ciega e irracionalmente, era escapar.

If you are not tired By love that's expired And the dream's still in sight Receive me tonight!' It's signed : 'A woman unknown to you, alas! And who wishes not to remain so.

I don't know why I did it, except that I understand now that desperate, clumsy desire to make people feel better -even when you know perfectly well that nothing will.

She longed to feel something momentous. Sometimes her life seemed so little.

Then he kissed her so deeply and so completely that she felt like she was falling, floating, spiraling down, down, down, like Alice in Wonderland.

That was the irony: Her mother loved things so much that she had nothing.

We'd traveled, we'd been to lots of parties, lots of movies and concerts, we'd slept in. We'd done all those things that people with children seem to miss so passionately. We didn't want those things anymore. We wanted a baby.

Why did she give up wine for Lent? Polly was more sensible. She had given up strawberry jam. Cecilia had never seen Polly show more than a passing interest in strawberry jam, although now, of course, she was always catching her standing at the open fridge, staring at it longingly. The power of denial.

Was there anything better than to be wanted? Was that all anyone really needed?

Alice would give anything, anything at all, to be lying in bed with Nick, waiting for a cup of tea. Maybe he got sick of making her cups of tea? Was that it? Had she taken him for granted? Who did she think she was, some sort of princess, lying in bed waiting for cups of tea to be delivered.

She wanted to be falling in love, not trying to fix a broken relationship. She wanted to be someone's first choice, not their second.

I'm sure it's innate, it's just biology, for a man to want a woman who can give him children.

Everyone knew that a stolen kiss was the most erotic thing in the world.

You weren't meant to admit, even to yourself, how badly you wanted love. The man was meant to be the icing, not the cake.

The problem is that Sophie would't want to date the sort of man who would want to date her.

She'd never wanted his gratitude, just his acknowledgment. Just once.

He was a selfish, pompous, egocentric, nasty man. She did not want to be married to him, but she did not want him to marry someone else. She did not want him, but she wanted him to want her.

She wanted to hug him and at the same time she kind of wanted to slap him.

Sometimes there was the pure, primal pain of grief, and other times there was anger, the frantic desire to claw and hit and kill, and sometimes, like right now, ther was just ordinary, dull sadness, settling itself softly, suffocatingly over her like a heave fog. She was just so damned sad.

as their eyes met she got that feeling again, that sensation of there being something huge between them, something she couldn't quite define, something her twenty-year-old self might have called 'passion' and her thirty-year-old self might have more cynically called 'chemistry'.

Sometimes when she looked at him, she felt like there was a sleeping snake tightly coiled within her chest, a snake that would one day hiss to life and strike with unimaginable, unforgivable consequences.

There were moments when she thought she might survive. And there were other moments when she would catch herself thinking about her life as if it was a party she couldn't wait to leave.