Quotes About Desire

it's not his body that changes right away. it's something inside. he says he wants to be a little weaker. i don't understand. i say 'thinner?' and he says 'no, i want to be stronger in a different way.' not because of me, but for me.

Now I just want it to end. I've always wanted the happy ending, but now I'll just settle for the ending.

hubris, n. Every time I call you mine, I feel like I'm forcing it, as if saying it can make it so. As if I'm reminding you, and reminding the universe: mine. As if that one word from me could have that kind of power.

I felt like I was missing something. Missing you more. Missing whatever was going to happen next.

If you demonize a person's pleasure, then you can control his or her life.

Either way, you were connected. By your desires. By your defiance. By the simple, complicated fact of who you were.

I'm not in love with you.

I'm just looking for someone, I hedge. Aren't we all? Infinite Darlene vamps ruefully. I think I'm off the hook, but then she adds, Is it someone special? It's nothing, I say, crossing my fingers. I pray that it's not nothing.

Kind of. Is missing something proof of how much you were into it in the first place?

I leave her in the bed. I put on my clothes, pick up my keys, and close the door behind me. I turn back. I keep turning back to see her. Even when there are walls between us. I keep turning back. I keep turning in her direction.

It was after sex, when there was still heat and mostly breathing, when there was still touch and mostly thought... it was as if the whole world could be reduced to the sound of a single string being played, and the only thing this sound could make me think of was you.

Covet, v. This is a difference between us: you desire what other people have, while I desire the things I used to have, or think I might have one day.

I realized I would always be missing something. That no matter what I did, I would always be missing something else. And the only way to live, the only way to be happy, was to make sure the things I didn't miss meant more to me than the things I missed. I had to think about what I wanted, outside the heat of wanting.

Hello?" I called. I had gotten so used to being alone, but never entirely used to it. Never used to it enough to stop wanting the alternative.

I liked your eyes and I could tell that you liked my body.

And just like that, I knew what I wanted. Something I had always wanted. But it was so unrealistic it hadn't even made it to my wish list.

We come to a corner where there are a few people protesting the festivities. I don't understand this at all. It's like protesting the fact that some people are red-haired. In my experience, desire is desire, love is love.

The things you love are the things that will destroy you.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

I pressed my head into the pillow and I screamed. Pure sound. No words. But it all came out as your name.

But does he see everything, or only what he wants to be seeing? This is always one of the great questions of love.

It is a horrible wonderful thing to be in love with you. To get to hear you sing for hour after hour but never be the subject of the song. To listen and listen and listen.

Here's what breaks us: Even if we know better, we still want everything to be all right

my body would cry from all it felt and all it couldn't.