Quotes About Desire

He keeps us waiting rather than wishing for him. I feel it a matter of perfect indifference whether he arrives at any moment or not at all." — Lady Harriet Cavendish of George Beau Brummell

I was sure that on my gravestone, my epitaph would read, 'He came. He saw. And then he came again.

You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how." —Clark Gable

when it comes to pleasuring women and conversing in the language of love, cunnilingus should be every man's native tongue.

It's so much better to have sex with someone who's always available, knows what you want and who loves you more deeply than anyone else ever can. Yourself.

Handsome boys fighting in not many clothes. Even better than handsome boys marrying.

Something about him made her watch him, his big hands held out to receive the falling drops, alms of heaven, catching them in his mouth, smiling as they streamed down his face, his chin, his cheeks. Her heart sent her one way. Her feet sent her another

Something about him made her watch him, his big hands held out to receive the falling drops, alms of heaven, catching them in his mouth, smiling as they streamed down his face, his chin, his cheeks. Her heart sent her one way. Her feet sent her another, splashing across the street to his side.

Hunger. The first word he had spoken as BeeJee &ersenn knelt beside him on the streaming cobbles. He had rubbed his hands across his belly and said, "Why do I feel this?" Such an incredible question.

Every war is a profound sexual revolution.

She wished she had Benji Dog back. At least he would have been something to talk to. No famulus. She felt very naked, as if she had slipped through the sustaining fingers of the Compassionate Society and had not been missed.

come back, come back to me

Dearest Cecilia, You'd be forgiven for thinking me mad, the way I acted this afternoon. The truth is I feel rather light headed and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I don't think I can blame the heat.

Godot is whatever it is in life that you are waiting for: 'I'm waiting to win the lottery. I'm waiting to fall in love'. For me, as a child, it was Christmas. At least that eventually came.

My?li g?upie. My?li t?skne.

John Rebus ~ he tried to walk through the isles (of the book shop) without focusing. If he focused he would become interested and if he became interested he would buy. He already had over fifty unread books at home, piled next to his bed

Obsession came easy—especially to men—because it was a cheap way of achieving control, albeit control over something practically worthless.

You've got to have a dream... if you don't have any big dreams, nothing happens.

Heart lesson #4: the unrequited heart. You can't make anyone love you back.

Man after the second half of the twentieth century is frustrated. You know that the foundation of all subversiveness is laid on frustration and this frustration keeps finding ways to subversive activities. And you also know that an uncert...ain present has made man pessimistic about future... therefore he runs after anything that glitters, be it fire

We're in this entertainment business really to give the audience what they want.

My heart lost rhythm at the flicker of phantom in the whiskey-stained voice.

He took the bait like a rapist in a nudist colony for the blind.

He was just a Deep South chump driven to