Quotes About Desire

But there was happiness elsewhere which no description can reach. Let no one presume to give the feelings of a young woman on receiving the assurance of that affection of which she has scarcely allowed herself to entertain a hope.

But her soft lips were upon his, drinking his living breath, and he was now gasping in divine madness, pressing his mouth over hers like a drowning man, breathing through her. . . . "That

All of man's troubles have arisen from the fact that we do not know what we are and do not agree on what we want to be.

A vast black sleep falls over my life sleep, all hope sleep, all desire.

C'est bien la pire peines De ne savoir pourquoi Sans amour et sans haine Mon coeur a tant de peine !

You have succeeded in life when all you really WANT is only what you really NEED.

Together? " Rose asked. "Are we -- together ?" He took one of her hands--it seemed so small and fragile in his own large, rough hand. Her porcelain skin looked even paler against his. " Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I knew that I had to make you my woman , It was a feeling that was stronger than anything I have ever known before, and I am a man who goes after what he wants." He pulled her close to him and let his gaze meet hers, as he added, " And, my Wild Rose , I want you.

My self is at one remove Because it has gone to you Who will not display The sense of me another, Being bound in yourself By my forlorn desire. And yet I would not not love If I could choose not to; For I require to play By hazarding myself To you, my self, the other Whom I always desire. — Veronica Forrest-Thomson, from "Canzon, for British Rail Services," Collected Poems and Translations (Allardyce Barnett, 1990),

He turns toward me. I want to touch him, but I'm afraid of his bareness; afraid that he will make me bare too. 'Is this scaring you, Tris?' 'No,' I croak. I clear my throat. 'Not really. I'm only…afraid of what I want.' 'What do you want?' Then his face tightens. 'Me?' Slowly I nod.

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially

He slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can. When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable.

But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.

The things one wants the most are not things after all.

Un pájaro de papel en el pecho dice que el tiempo de los besos no ha llegado

I have such a dark mission, loving you.

Y es que Don Juan no sólo seduce, goza y desdeña en serie, con una prisa humillante, a sus elegidas; lo hace convencido de la justicia sensual de tale hazañas, que dará a muchas mujeres la posibilidad de satisfacer un placer deseado en lo más hondo. Para él, únicamente la pasión es hermosa y estimulante; la tranquilidad del amor, por el contrario, atonta.

Love is a word from the old poems you read. In real life there is no love. Men come together like apes and birds. It is sweet sometimes to play with a woman, but the wind blows and there is an end of it.

Neither ventured on that fragile word--love. Together they glided into the vortex of their night of love. They went from an embrace to whispered talk, from whispering to sleep and dreams, from dreams to more embraces. These two had come together from the ends of the world to meet for a few hours in the hotel bed of Room No. 68 where so many had slept before them ...

I rolled in the ash of the fire just to be touched and dirtied by something.

I'd rather wear bare skin than raw silk any day.

I felt so heavy with love. I could feel it packed inside my chest.

The only bone in my body he ever loved was his.

The kiss was like swollen storm clouds ready to erupt, and when he moaned into my mouth, it was dewy and thunderous and zinging with ozone.