Quotes About Desire

People would talk about it, and I hoped I would be liked.

Champions are propelled by desire, not compelled by fear.

He had no idea what missing was. Missing was lying in the dampness of your tears night after night. Missing was a constant hollow spot in the center of your chest. Missing was a yawning ache that was never satisfied.

Mercy, but he smelled good. All piney and musky and manly. There should be a law.

So...what do you want to do? He didn't even have to think about it. Kiss you again.

Love? The word streaked across the path of his thoughts like lightning across a stormy sky. He watched her now, watching Lulu, watching a moth flutter under the porch light, looking anywhere but at him, and sudden warmth flooded through him, making his knees weak. Yes, he loved her. He'd tried not to. But now here he was. On her porch, watching her watching a moth, and realizing he was the moth and she the light. It would always be this way.

His eyes raked her form, and she knew he was remembering too. Remembering the feel of their lips moving together, the feel of their bodies pressed together, the feel of stirring desire. Embarrassment licked her cheeks. He, on the other hand, looked her right in the eye, bold as a grizzly and twice as smug. No regrets here, they seemed to say. He cocked a brow just to make it clear he'd welcome a repeat right here and now.

I held her, he wanted to say, and if I knew for certain that all it would take to hold her again would be to die, then I couldn't raise the gun to my head fast enough.

It's odd how fast a beautiful woman can turn a guy's mind into lint storage. Just by being a beautiful woman.

Love like that? Hell, it seems so pure, it's damn near criminal.

Lui avrebbe voluto chiederle che rumore fa un cuore quando si rompe per la gioia, quando è sufficiente la vista di qualcuno per riempirti come né il cibo, né il sangue, né l'aria potranno mai fare; quando ti senti come se fossi nato per vivere un momento preciso e quel momento, per qualche ragione particolare, era proprio quello.

Everyone wants a quick fix. We're tired of being afraid, tired of being sad, tired of feeling overwhelmed, tired of feeling tired. We want the old days back, and we don't even remember them, and we want to push into the future, paradoxically, at top speed.

But as the years passed, he missed her more not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.

she was so simply his love, his girl, watching him approach as if she were memorizing him and his walk and those flowers and this moment, and he wanted to ask her what sound a heart made when it broke from pleasure, when just the sight of someone filled you the way food, blood, and air never could, when you felt as if you'd been born for only one moment, and this, for whatever reason, was it.

Not that Danny seemed intent on fucking it up, just that he was a man after all, and no one knew better than Luther himself how completely a man could step on his own dick when what he thought he wanted contradicted what he knew he needed. The

Love, impossible, yet there was no mistaking it

If anyone loves the things of the world the love of the father is not in him" (1 John 2:15).

when people think or write about happiness, self-control is rarely stressed. … Yet happiness is impossible without self-control. In fact, everything we want is impossible without self-control. Ask anyone who has achieved what you particularly desire to achieve, and you will find a profoundly self-disciplined individual.

America was founded on a yearning for liberty, but people yearn for many things more than liberty.

That human nature is the greatest single obstacle to happiness is too rarely pointed out by those who speak or write about happiness. First, it strikes many people as too pessimistic. Second, citing our own nature as the greatest obstacle to happiness means that to be happy, we have to battle ourselves, and this is not something many people want to hear. Third, it undermines the common desire to attribute one's unhappiness to outside forces.

Moreover, the yearning for different sexual partners is true for men who have frequent sex and for men who have little sex, for bachelors and for married men, for men who love their partners and for men who are unhappily married. In other words, it is true for nearly all men. For most men, it is monogamy, not the search for different sexual partners, that is the result of social influence

He slips his hand onto the nape of my neck, runs his long fingers through my tangled and gently kisses my forehead. I close my eyes. "I'm in so much trouble here," I mumble. But I don't have the wherewithal to resist as he presses his determined lips to mine.

It breaks my heart to love you.

When you long with all your heart for someone to love you, a madness grows there that shakes all sense from the trees and the water and the earth. And nothing lives for you, except the long deep bitter want. And this is what everyone feels from birth to death.