Quotes About Desire

You know what feels better than anything physical?" Esben looks at me for a long time. "How it feels to be falling for someone the way that I'm falling for you.

It was suddenly heartachingly clear how much he wanted this and how easy it was to imagine it with near provocative clarity. She was not just his friend. She was more.

I squint until I find Christopher's gaze. I wish he wouldn't look at me, and I also wish that he'd never stop.

His mouth was soft and unhurried. Teasing, even. His tongue just brushed hers and making her tremble. She kissed back, tasting him, breathing him in. Julie was dizzy and shaky and inundated with his heat.

I need you, he begged. You're everything I'm not.

You are the great love of my life that I'm never going to have.

How can I possibly say good-bye to the person I am so hopelessly, deeply and permanently in love with? Because I love you Chris. I do. I will always be in love with you, even though you'll never love me back. You have been my sanctuary this year. You saved me. Do you know that? You saved me. And I wish that you would let me save you.

I want to have sex. To be more accurate, I want to get fucked until I can't see straight.

Te necesito —le suplicó —eres todo lo que no soy.

Y tu eres todo lo que yo no quiero

But that's what love does to you. Gut-wrenching, overpowering, crushing, fulfilling, complex, bring-you-to-your-knees love.

She'd love to see those status updates. Got strapped to the roof of the car today for a trip to Starbucks. Would have loved to taste caramel mocha, but can't move arms and so was forced to stare longingly at delicious, hot beverage. Will the taunting never end?

Sometimes love is not enough, and it doesn't matter how much you want it. Want him. And even if nobody else compares to that person, it doesn't mean that you're supposed to be with him.

I want to know what it feels like to fall so deeply in love that I can never come out of it … I want to be so engulfed and so intrinsically tied to another person … I want that with you.

Pour your scotch on the rocks and drink your misery down. Go home and make love to her and picture me, picture me. Yeah, picture me!

A girl sees what she likes, a boy likes what he sees.

We all need to demand the happiness for ourselves we desire. Fight for it. Wrestle it out of the clenched fist of the world you live in

Dear Die-ary, I stared, motionless, before the mirror. As always, I stayed until I'm convinced that there is no glass, nothing, separating me from the room I see on the other side. I imagine that everything is different over there. Better. There are people, in that world, who I would like. But, like always, my hand hits the glass. I know that if I'd only waited just one more second... Shit. I'm gonna go kill a party clown.

I've excluded happiness as one of those possibilities we seek for ourselves. Oh, I still want it, but that's beside the point. Contentment - they say it's the ultimate, but I can't even wish for that. I don't even want the desire to be content. I can only hope for silence.

I want taquitos and a clown with no head!

My problem is that the human race seems to want to be destroyed!

She watched his lips forming the words, at the same time she heard them under her skin, under her winter coat, so near and full of warmth that she felt herself go hot.

I have only the desire. Yet ultimately a desire is nothing but a crazy need. As

She felt the lurch of a head rush. The boy who had not paid attention to her; the man who'd embarked on an affair knowing she could never be his; at the last moment he was asking for more. A piece of her was elated. But she was also struck by his selfishness.