Quotes About Desire

And the last remaining pace between our lips were gone and i was falling headlong into her eyes, right there on Palo Verde after dinner. And I can tell you, that was no saint kissing me.

You may think you don't want to throw your life away for mere fleeting euphoria. But, once you get a taste, it doesn't feel so mere. From then on the planet becomes a waiting room. The rest of your life devolves to no more than the time between highs.

Ambition is the intellectual equivalent of body odour.

That's why she keeps her nails long, she says, to be able to scratch and claw.

You wanted that which you've won, but you'll never win that which you've wanted.

Miranda, there is nothing I would rather do that fuck you. She flinched at his bluntness and Ethan's frown darkened. Don't recoil from that word. It is exactly what I want. I don't want to make love to you like a gentleman. I want to pound into you. I want to tie you down and make you beg. I want to lick every inch of your body until you're so wet with need that I almost slide out of you on every damned stroke.

Yes, but it is difficult to get what we need when it isn't what we truly want.

Don't you know, Vivien? You never have to demand from me. Simply ask for what you desire and I would give you anything." He kissed her. "Anything at all.

He wanted her. Now. He wanted her all night. Every night for a week. A month. Maybe even a year. He sank down in a chair beside the fire and rubbed his eyes. "I'm in trouble," he muttered. And never had he believed a statement more.

This was her last chance to protect herself, her heart. She didn't take it. With a shiver, she released all the tension in her body and gave herself over to him. Her body. Her soul. And her love. Her love for him washed over her just as her orgasm did, sweeping her through a pleasure so powerful that it overwhelmed and threatened to destroy her. And she didn't care. She would rather burn in the fire of her love than to drown without him.

There was a heated spell being woven in the room, shrinking the world down to just the two of them.

Great God, Vivien…Miss Manning. I didn't expect to see you here today." She tilted her head. "Nor I you. When I heard your voice, I thought I was dreaming." He arched a brow. "Do you often dream of me in bookstores?" She laughed even though the question was a loaded one. "You must know you are dreamed of by dozens of women. I could not say I wasn't one of them.

And I see you have not resisted their lure either." He motioned toward her books. "Might I look at your selections?" She hesitated and clutched her books closer out of habit. She had often felt that the books one read were a peek into the soul of the reader. That was why her personal library was kept in a locked room very separate from the places where her visitors went for her wild parties. Sharing these selections with Benedict felt so very intimate.

What person who has enjoyed life could possibly think one is enough?

And while his mother's lecture had gone over his seven-year-old head, Pasquale saw now what she meant--how much easier life would be if our intentions and our desires could always be aligned.

We want what we want—we love who we love.

Make them want to give you the thing you're taking.

has anyone ever been more lovesick than a zombie, that pale, dull metaphor for love, all animal craving and lurching, outstretched arms, his very existence a sonnet about how much he wants those brains?

What person who has enjoyed life could possibly think one is enough? Who could live even a day and not feel the sweet ache of regret?

Sometimes what we want to do and what we must do are not the same. The smaller the space between your desire and what is right, the happier you will be.

Sometimes," she said, "what we want to do and what we must do are not the same." She put a hand on his shoulder. "Pasqo, the smaller the space between your desire and what is right, the happier you will be.

There was nothing explicit between them, nothing more than that slightly open door. And yet . . . what could be more alluring? In

mother: a man wants many things in life, but when one of them is also the right thing, he would be a fool not to choose it. Pasquale waited until the

We want what we want