Quotes About Desire

Absence - that common cure of love.

She is so good a person, that - that - in short, I wish I was a better.

Sigh to the stars, as wolves howl to the moon...

I want a hero: an uncommon want

My days of love are over; me no more The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow, Can make the fool of which they made before,— In short, I must not lead the life I did do; The credulous hope of mutual minds is o'er, The copious use of claret is forbid too, So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice.

I could love anything on Earth that appeared to wish it.

Unquenched, unquenchable, Around, within, thy heart shall dwell; Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell The tortures of that inward hell!

Not in those climes where I have late been straying, Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deemed, Not in those visions to the heart displaying Forms which it sighs but to have only dreamed, Hath aught like thee in truth or fancy seemed: Nor, having seen thee, shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beamed— To such as see thee not my words were weak; To those who gaze on thee, what language could they speak?

And you that sought for magic in your youth but desire it not in your age, know that there is a blindness of spirit which comes from age, more black than the blindness of eye, making a darkness about you across which nothing may be seen, or felt, or known, or in any way apprehended.

You consume me I don't even fight Oh, I feel intoxicated... But beware I bite.

If you're sexy, everybody will love you. That's what I wanted -- for everybody to love me.

He'd never felt more loved or wanted than when he was with Bess. Had never felt more important or cherished than when in her arms. Was it wrong to want her on every human level? Not wrong, perhaps, but not right, either....

I'm wild again,Beguiled again,A simpering, whimpering child again—Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.

The sleepless nights,The daily fights,The quick toboggan when you reach the heights—I miss the kisses and I miss the bites.I wish I were in love again!

That's all everyone wants—to be loved. To belong. To be forgiven for their sins.

Emotion. Need. Desire for human contact. And it was killing her because it hurt. It hurt like all hell. And she couldn't have it.

down. She wants him. This rubs Jon in all the right places.

For man, a hunt is not always about subsistence. Often it's the pure thrill of the chase that's the foremost lure.

You know what that's like, don't you, Jon? Having a hunger? Relentlessly pursuing, taking what you want, what should be yours?

Mia Reiter has found his mobile number. She must have gone to some effort to hunt him down. She wants him. This rubs Jon in all the right places.

He had relieved whores beyond counting of frocks, stays, chemises, garters, and stockings. He had never before in his life unbuttoned a gently bred maiden's glove. He'd committed salacious acts beyond number. He'd never before felt so depraved as he did now, as the last pearl came free and he drew the soft kid down, baring her wrist, and his dark fingers grazed the delicate skin he'd exposed.

Sognavo di te. I've dreamed of you. Ti desideravo nelle mia braccia dal primo momento che ti vedi. I've wanted you in my arms since the moment I met you. Ho bisogno di te. I need you

Just like a damned man, he thought exasperatedly. She got what she wanted, then curled up and went to sleep. That was what he was supposed to do, blast and confound her bloody impudence.

Beaumont wanted Esmond very badly. Esmond wanted Beaumont's wife. And she didn't want anybody.