Quotes About Desire

These days, young men seemed to flirt with love rather than burn with it.

Desire comes easy to a man, but it soon flickers out if love doesn't light the flame.

Suddenly all the loneliness was gone and she could surrender herself, her life, all her future, into the keeping of this man…not quite an angel, but not altogether a devil.

I look forward to making you feel the same way. It's a most enjoyable sensation, like honey in the bones, and if you were a real woman instead of a repressed little English spinster, you would delight in your ability to make a man feel — aroused.' She backed away from him, feeling a distracted urge to hide herself away from him, as she used to when a child and relatives made a fuss of Alberta because she was much prettier.

Jill was young and untried, but she knew the fundamental truth about women—that love can torment them even as it gives them the moon and the stars to play with.

Drink, my angel; everything I have inside me is yours, soak it up through the paper, through the sleeve of my coat. Suck my blood out of the hollow of my elbow where you are lying, where you are keeping warm. It's just as you please, it will always be just as you please from now on.

We embraced again, we wanted to engulf each other. We had cast off our families, the world, time, certainty. Clasping her against my gaping open heart, I wanted to draw Isabelle inside. Love is an exhausting invention. Isabelle, Thérèse, I pronounced in my head, getting used to the magical simplicity of our two names.

It's just as you please, it will always be just as you please from now on.

Thirty days I've been a passenger at the school. I want to live here, I want to polish my shoes in the shoe room.

I love it, it devours me. I adore it without illusions.

Ses lèvres cherchaient des Thérèse dans mes cheveux, dans mon cou, dans les plis de mon tablier, entre mes doigts, sur mon épaule. Que ne puis-je me reproduire mille fois et lui donner mille Thérèse. Je ne suis que moi-même. C'est trop peu.

O accurst craving for gold!

Thrice would I have thrown my arms about her neck, and thrice the ghost embraced fled from my grasp: like a fluttering breeze, like a fleeting dream.

Each man is led by his own liking.

Each person, makes their own terrible passion their god.

Do the gods light this fire in our hearts or does each man's mad desire become his god?

But the queen--too long she has suffered the pain of love, hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood, consumed by the fire buried in her heart. [...] His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling-- no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.

S/M is about emotion, the erotic tension between my impulse toward something and my resistance against it.

I sure would like to get kissed. How would that feel on my mouth, How different would I be after, a changed climate down in my insides?

Car horns honk way down on the street. Human life: honking, honking wanting everything to go our way.

You know how you want something so much and you're afraid of it too?

Reasoning required language, Descartes argued, and animal calls were only automatic sounds made in response to external stimuli. One of his followers, the philosopher Nicolas Malebranche, summarized the Descartian view: "[Animals] eat without pleasure, cry without pain, grow without knowing it; they desire nothing, fear nothing, know nothing.

I just wondered why God hasn't ever delivered chocolate ice cream to me.

There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.