Quotes About Desire

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.

But one kiss levitates above all the others. The intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss. The I'll love you through a brick wall kiss. Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

Once I thought I found love, but then I realized I was just out of cigarettes.

No rescue boat can save the touches I left bobbing in the wild ocean of your flesh, but if they cut open your heart, like the belly of a shark, dumped its contents on a table—would there be any trace of me?

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you.

When I haven't been kissed in a long time, I create civil disturbances, then insult the cops who show up, till one of them grabs me by the collar and hurls me up against the squad car, so I can remember, at least for a moment, what it's like to be touched.

I'm sitting opposite you in the bar, waiting for you to uncross your boundaries. I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.

I remember wishing I could be boiled like water and made pure again.

I used to have to hunt for hard-boiled eggs when I was a kid. What was the point of that? Was I supposed to be, 'Yay! I found them! Egg-salad sandwiches for everyone!' I was seven! I wanted chocolate, not bioavailable protein.

I've always wanted to take a swim wherever it is they snap those screensaver photos—Fiji? Bora Bora? The Maldives?—and sleep in a hotel room that's more of a hut built on a dock over the water. After reading The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency, I'm dying to see the sun set in Botswana. I want to visit Indian temples and volunteer at an elephant sanctuary.

donut can give you the kind of hug from inside that celery just can't muster.

You are loved. Massively. Ferociously. Unconditionally. The Universe is totally freaking out about how awesome you are. It's got you wrapped in a warm gorilla hug of adoration. It wants to give you everything you desire. It wants you to be happy. It wants you to see what it sees in you.

So all you want is a kiss? I asked. A little voice in my head said I was heading for one of those slippery slopes. I told the little voice to shut up. Well, maybe more than one. But basically, yeah.

Zeus's line may be powerful, but even Zeus was helpless against Eros. Unless you'd like me to take you into the men's room and fuck you till you scream for mercy, you'd better go tell Konstantin that this one is ours. Understand?

Crean stepped around her desk and motioned toward the door. Now Nadine's skin prickled with anticipation. This is how it begins. Rationalizing. Telling herself that she had no choice, when deep down hunting killers hiding in plain sight was exactly what she'd always wanted to do—if she were only brave enough. But the prospect scared her, brushing so close to what she most feared.

Really try to follow what it is that you want to do and what your heart is telling you to do.

She's that bad boy you want, but in a girl who believes in recycling. Freud described the kinds of feelings I had for Amy as loving the same person twice, as a woman and as a man.

In spite of this love, sex, and equality with Steven, I didn't want to let go of Amy. More than that, I sensed that the good stuff I has now having with Steven had something to do with what she had brought out in me. Or more, to the point, my confidence and self-knowledge about what I wanted had something to do with having a woman in my romantic sphere. it wasn't long before I broke up with Steven and fell in love with Amy.

Don't ever pray for love and health, Mother said. Or money. If G-d hears what you really want he will not give it to you. Guaranteed. When my father left my mother said, get down on your knees and pray for spoons

Dreaming is cheap. It doesn't cost a thing. In dreams you don't have to pay the bills or pay the rent. In dreams you can buy a house and be loved back.

He always appreciated expensive things, as if consuming them would make him valuable.

The very next morning Julio, the gardener, walked through the front door and I fell in love. He walked right into my body. He climbed up my ribs and into me. I thought to myself, Say a prayer for ladders. I wanted to smell his neck and place my mouth on his mouth and taste him and hold him. I wanted to smell the smell of garden and grass and palm tree, smell of rose and leaf and lemon flower. I fell in love with the gardener and his name was Julio.

To have a man kiss you in a women's jail is a gift better than any birthday or Christmas present. It's better than a bouquet of roses. It's better than a warm shower. I could imagine living in this jail for years and living for every workshop day and that male kiss on my cheek. That kiss was rain, sunshine, and the sweet air of outside. Yes. I knew I'd even sit there and glue stupid things onto cardboard sheets just to get that kiss again.

When we do it again, he told her, his hands hot on her, it'll be where I want,when I want,with spotlights if I want. I don't think so, she said and he kissed her again and she thought, Oh, hell, wherever you want, and kissed him back. Whatever I want, he whispered in her ear. Okay, she whispered back.