Quotes About Desire

My heart literally aches, that shit is not made up; it hurts for an unexpected, brief time warp of suddenly wanting and longing and believing, but then not having.

There's no such thing as a soulmate...and who would want there to be? I don't want half of a shared soul. I want my own damn soul.

If I don't shut down my brain soon, my imagination will take off so far about what could be with this guy, that nothing will ever just be.-- Norah, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

Fuck me. Fuck me for always getting into situations like this. Fuck me for caring. Fuck me for not knowing the words that would've made her stay. Fuck me for not knowing what I want. Fuck me for wavering. Fuck me for not kissing her back the right way. Fuck me for getting my hopes up. Fuck me for not having more realistic hopes. Fuck me for giving her my fucking jacket. Fuck.

The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? 'I Want to Hold Your Hand.' The first single. It's effing brilliant, right?... That's what everybody wants... They don't want a twenty-four-hour hump sesh, they don't want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your hand.

I deciced if I were ever to get into booze and women, my line would be, 'Excuse me, madam, but I would really love to bed and muss you. . . . Are you perchance free this evening?

I'm so into you, it's not even funny. (Naomi & Ely's No Kiss List)

Dash is getting very frisky in here with me, Mark. What I wanted to say was I wish Dash was getting frisky in here with me. Dash raised an eyebrow at me again. No he's not, Mark said. How do you know? Because if he was, you wouldn't be calling me to rescue you right now, Googly Eyes.

Friendship is love as much as any romance. And like any love, it's difficult and treacherous and confusing. But in the moment when your knees touch, there's nothing else you could ever want.

I know in my heart that I can live without him and I know in my heart that I don't want to-that's a good place to start, right?

It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn't about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love.

She doesn't want the boy causing the distinction between love and in love

The first person I think of when I wake up in the morning, the last person I hope for when I fall asleep at night.

I wanted to like her and I wanted her to like me and that was more want than I had saddled myself with in many a moon.

Everyone on this island wants something kept quiet. I want to roar

Fuck Tris. I would give body parts to have a guy write something like that for me. My kidney? Oh, both of them? Here, Nick, they're yours—just write more for me. I'll give you a start: boy in punk club asks strange girl to be his girlfriend for five minutes, girl kisses boy, boy kisses back, boy then meets girl—what did you notice about this girl? Nick, let's hear some lyrics. Please? Ready. Set. Go.

Well what's in your Amazonian hope chest?

I wanted so badly to believe, but the fear felt as great and overwhelming as the desire.

What do you want ? It was a hard question, especially if I had to bat en down the sarcasm. I mean, there was the beauty pageant answer of world peace, although I'd probably have to render it in the beauty pageant spelling of world peas.

So there we were. Once upon a time, during the storybook version of dating we'd gone through, I'd pretended that it was possible to love her when I only mildly liked her. Now I had no desire to pretend we'd ever be in love, and I liked her madly.

All I ever think about is food or sex.

We've already established my position on dillying and dallying, which right now is chaste with a chance for inveterate lust, depending on the ripeness of our first interactions.

Snarl had infiltrated my subconscious. The dream was obviously a sign: he was too enticing to resist.

I know in my heart that I can live without him and I know in my heart that I don't want to—that's a good place to start, right?