Quotes About Desire

It's hard to want something so badly and give it your all and then not get it. There's this idea that all you need to do is believe in yourself,

He made her happy and maede her laugh. She still enjoyed talking with him, watching TV with him, lying in bed with him on cold, rainy mornings. She still wanted him.

I'd pay a million dollars to be Alice and Elisabeth's age again for just one day. I'd dance like Olivia's butterfly and bite into crisp green apples and run across hot sand into the surf, and I'd walk, as far as I wanted, wherever I wanted, in big loping, leaping strides, with my head held high and my lungs filling with air. And I'd probably have sex!

when you're starved of something you should receive in abundance, you never quite trust it.

Oh my Lord...she'd seduced her brother-in-law with butter.

As Jane looked around her, she felt that dissatisfied feeling she often experienced when she was somewhere new and lovely. She couldn't quite articulate it except with the words "if only I were here". This little beachside cafe was so exquisite, she longed to really be there—except, of course, she was there, so it didn't make sense.

Alice had yearned to be a little disruptive, but she couldn't work out how you got started.

There were breakfasts when Nick was away for work. She ate her toast in bed when he was away, relishing the romantic pain of missing him, as if he were a sailor or soldier. It was like enjoying feeling hungry when you knew you'd be having a huge dinner.

worse. She wanted to

They were sitting on the couch chatting politely with me, not touching, or so it seemed, except that I happened to glance down and I saw that their hands were lying next to each other on the couch, and that Nick was caressing Alice's little finger with his own. I remember being shocked by a feeling of pure envy. I wanted to be Alice, young and lovely, feeling the secret caress of a handsome boy's fingertip.

A woman wants to be adored but she doesn't want reverence.

It wasn't so much the things that her fourteen-year-old self wanted. It was the fact that she so blissfully, so completely, believed she had a right to want anything.

Nobody had warned her that this would happen during middle age: these sudden, wildly inappropriate waves of desire for young men, with no biological imperative whatsoever. Maybe this was what men felt like all their lives? No wonder the poor things had to pay out all that money in lawsuits.

She was also out of milk, which for a few moments as she stood at the open fridge seemed like the end of the world. She actually stamped her foot. She needed the crunch of cereal contrasting with the coolness of milk.

Was there anything more attractive than a man who longed for children? Sam cleared his throat.

there was the pure, primal pain of grief, and other times there was anger, the frantic desire to claw and hit and kill, and

the human aspiration to fly." "It's really lovely," said Frances.

care that he didn't care? When he was a kid all he'd wanted to do was beat his older brother, in anything and

There was something a little sad about having erotic dreams when you led such an unerotic life.

Back then he was thinking with his dick.

As Jane looked around her, she felt that dissatisfied feeling she often experienced when she was somewhere new and lovely. She couldn't quite articulate it except with the words If only I were here.

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

She had forgotten this: the way your senses exploded and your pulse raced, as if you were properly awake after a long sleep. She had forgotten the thrill, the desire, the melting sensation. It just wasn't possible after ten years of marriage. Everyone knew that. It was part of the deal.

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, there was just ordinary, dull sadness, settling itself softly, suffocatingly over her like a heavy fog.