Quotes About Desire

Which is scarier-- lust or temptation?

You know, sometimes you look at me with longing... ... even though I'm here with you.

Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.

Except heaven is a hope , and eden is a memory .

Edison said, "Restlessness is discontent, and discontent is the first necessity of progress. Show me a thoroughly satisfied man, and I will show you a failure."35

Man is not, by nature, deserving of all that he wants. When we think that we are automatically entitled to something, that is when we start walking all over others to get it.

Mírame, miénteme, pégame, mátame si quieres Pero no me dejes. No, no me dejes, nunca jamás Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Would you mind taking off your shirt?

And I would discover how much of life is defined by what you want to keep and what you are forced to lose.

I thought suddenly, what is the meaning of all these things? All these bags and bags I've been packing? We could take everything we have with us. We could take every single thing that every single person in the world has ever had. But not of it would mean anything to me. Because no matter how much I took and no no matter how much I had for the rest of my life, I didn't have him anymore. I could have piled everything from here straight to heaven. None of it was him.

I took his razor from the shower floor, bits of his black hair still caked between the blades. I took his toothbrush from the sink counter and sucked on the bristles, trying to find the taste of him, but there was only the flavor of watery mint toothpaste....I pulled the sheets off the bed with the idea that I could gather up the imprint of him and save it. I thought, I can unfurl the sheets on our old bed at home. I can lie in the creases formed by his body. I can sleep with him again.

We knew from the outset and in a terribly selfish way that our interest lay only in each other.

I kissed her again and again and again, greedily, like I was making up for the time I'd lost, like I was making up for all the times I might not get to kiss her again once our parents found out what we'd done, like I was making up for my whole life when I hadn't known her, which seemed unbelievable and like a crime.

No quería dejar de hablar de amor para hablar de postres. Sólo quería dejar de hablar de amor para hacerlo.

Le dije que me gustaba, y quedé insatisfecha. La verdad era que a veces no me gustaba nada, pero no podía vivir sin ella. Le dije que la quería, pero también quiero a mi perro. Después le dije que la amaba, pero mi incomodidad fue mayor aún [...] decidí prescindir del lenguaje, entonces me acusó de no querer comunicarme. Desde hace unos años, sólo existe el silencio. Encuentro, en él, una rara ecuanimidad: la de los placeres solitarios.

Cuando no se tiene un buen amante, es necesario tener un buen psicoanalista

y en cuanto a asegurarme la vida, sería muy difícil: fumo demasiado escribo demasiado amo demasiado

Tu sexo es un panal donde mil abejas laboriosas liban una miel que se me queda entre los dedos.

Ayer a la noche en la soledad habitada de la ciudad moribunda volví a amarte con la furia inmoderada de los deseos reprimidos y otra vez fui joven otra vez fui poderosa violenta ávida nocturna exaltada milagrera lírica obscena

Me miró supe que me hacía falta. Tanto tiempo me hacía falta.

Él no quería hijos y Patricia no quería un marido: a veces es más fácil saber lo que no se quiere.

Las afinidades son moneda antigua: falsas señas de identidad del deseo: nunca en ningún lugar un deseo fue igual a otro.

Fetiche tu cuerpo fetiches tus pechos fetiches de mi deseo tu lujuria tu clítoris tu vagina fetiche cebado tu bárbara matriz oscuro túnel de mi deseo fetiches tus nalgas, lunas paralelas fetiches tus labios blancos fetiche tu orgasmo desgajado

Now those are lethal weapons." He stroked her lower lip with the pad of his thumb. "My heart stops every time you kiss me.