Quotes About Desire

I've loved him forever, but he can never be mine.

Lindsey: Why would you choose me? Rafe: Because you're the one I want.

This was insane! Yes, he was hot, but so was Nick. Yes, he was nice, but so was Nick. Yes, he sent shivers of anticipation through me. But so did Nick. Okay, so they weren't this strong. But they were there. Parker terrified me. Nick didn't. Nick was safe, like a carousel. Parker was the tallest, fastest, scariest thrill ride imaginable.

Do you need anything? I would say just you but that sounds way too corny.

My grandmother, Ester said, wished not to trap her love into taking her. She said a heart is a free thing, and once enslaved will mutiny....

And he knew that he would never be able to tell her that he loved her as a foundering ship loves a lighthouse, even though the lighthouse is powerless to save it.

God has planted in us endless hungers. Yet we master them in order to live.

Do it, Ester. If you must, then deceive your husband just as you deceived me—but you'll do it with a full belly and a house with children. I wish

and the desire to spare him that grief rose in her like dark well water until she woke, drowning—

Mustn't desire then be integral—a set of essential guideposts on the map of life's purpose? And mightn't its very denial then be a desecration?

What was there to stop him from choosing some completely different life, after all? Nothing but the fact that he'd never wanted a different life.

Ester lay silent under the cover, willing herself toward the sweet sleep she now craved more than almost all else. The death of each day's life. End it, she thought. End this day's life if the world holds mercy.

She'd been wrong to think the universe cold, and only the human heart driven by desire. The universe itself was built of naught but desire, and desire was its sole living god.

Ester wanted to take him in her own thin arms and race him to some imagined place of safety.

A woman may in some circumstances acquire what she desires without the protection of a man." She regarded Ester. "If you find a way to live as you wish, unnatural though it might be, you'll carry on your shoulders the weight of a thousand wives' wishes. Though aloud all may curse you as a very devil.

And I hated him for not breaking the world apart so he could be with us.

How could desire be wrong—the question seized her—if each living being contained it? Each creature was born with the unthinking need to draw each next breath, find each next meal. Mustn't desire then be integral—a set of essential guideposts on the map of life's purpose? And mightn't its very denial then be a desecration?

a household was a creature of bottomless hungers. It ravened for wood and coal and white starch, for sailcloth and bread and ale; for breath and sinew, and life itself, which wreathed away invisibly beneath the press of daily labor like the wax of a lit candle.

Alvaro, who could no more withhold love than he could resist taking in each next breath

In secret I have longed for it, for blindness can never suffice to extinguish the sight of the terrors of this broken world.

God, in these pages, becomes a way to express our universal desire to know and to comprehend the sacred.

I have never been loved enough to gain the desire of reproducing a being in the image of my lover and I have never been given enough pleasure so that my brain has not had the leisure to seek better...I have wanted the impossible...

It is true, Monsieur, Raoule went on, shrugging her shoulders, that I have had lovers in my life as I have books in my library, to know, to study. But I have had no passion, I have not written my own book yet! I always found myself alone when we were two. One is not weak when one remains master of one's self in the midst of the most stupefying pleasures.

An error of the passions is not the flowering of a great love, and merely the beauty of the human form is not capable of inspiring an eternity of mad attachment.