Quotes About Desire

Do I intimidate you?" "I am not going to answer that." He merely smiled, knowingly, and let his gaze slide heatedly down her throat . . . over her collarbone . . . to her breasts, tingling with fire beneath their bombazine shield. "I mean it, Morninghall." "Really, Lady Simms. Do you think I'm going to leap out of this chair and —" he lifted one wicked eyebrow — "ravish you?

Well?" he said, arching a dark brow. "Well, what?" "I don't bite." "Oh. I was waiting for you to make the first move." "I have. Your gown is conveniently unfastened. Or had you not noticed?

Kindly remove your hand from mine, Lady Simms, or I will not be responsible for what I shall do to you." She only looked at him — and did not let go.

Come, now, dear lady." His hand, a broad, and callused hand—a man's hand—slid over her silky sheets in a way that was calculated to suggest that same masterful hand roving over her equally silky flesh. He gave a slow, heated grin that sent the temperature of her blood soaring to new heights. "Don't make me come over there and get you . . .

Ah, such pluck, such fire! Indeed, madam, I will touch you . . . but were you to go down without a fight, I should be sadly disappointed. . . So, indulge yourself, Maeve, and"—his fingers caught her collar and pulled it downward, exposing her neck and shoulders to his mouth—"fight.

My deepest desire . . . is to sink my dagger into your heart and watch you . . . die." "And mine is to sink my dagger into your sweet woman's flesh and watch you writhe with pleasure." His lips were moving lower, toward that creamy swell of flesh above the closure of her shirt. Maeve's heart began to pound, and the room was suddenly too hot, far too hot. "Shall we have a contest to see who wins?

He wondered if she knew how much he needed her. He wondered if the lilacs were still in bloom, and what she would have done if he really had broken one off that day in her garden and given it to her, and suddenly wished with all his heart that he had.

After making love to Juliet well into the wee hours, it was no wonder that Gareth's eyes felt like lead when he opened them the following morning. Even so, as he gazed lovingly at his sleeping wife, he wanted nothing more than to gather her up in his arms, bury his face in her silky, unbound hair, and cuddle away the morning. The afternoon. The whole day. If

Very calmly, Gray let out his breath. He wanted nothing more than to gather her in his arms and comfort her in the best way he knew, but something warned him against it. Hugging her would be like embracing a thorn bush.

I wish to marry you, Maeve, because I'm an honorable man. I wish to marry you because you are everything I ever wanted in a woman. It has nothing to do with ownership, I wish to marry you because, dammit, I love you!

He stared down at her, slowly shaking his head. "How can any man look upon you and not want to possess you, wholly and fully?" "You're looking upon me," she said softly, invitingly, "and I have yet to see you begin the process of possessing me wholly and fully." Lowering his head until his forehead touched hers, he gazed deeply into her eyes. "I know I've been a brute in the past, but I swear to you, Gwyneth, I shall be as gentle, as considerate as you deserve to have me be.

I guess if you take away the pain in life it means having no beauty to hope for.

The emptier a person f??l? in?id?, th? more he ???k? to fill th?t v?id outside.

I believe in the transformative power of cinema. It is only through this shared dream-experience that we can transcend the oppressive minutiae of daily existence and find some spiritual connection in the deeper reality of our mutual desire.

The trouble is the kind of guy I want to go out with doesn't even exist... Like a rugged, chain-smoking, intellectual, adventurer guy who's really serious, but also really funny and mean...

God, it drives me crazy when I know exactly what I want and I can't find it anywhere! It's like does anybody want my money!? I mean what the fuck!?

But they always just laugh off everything I say, when really I want absolutely nothing more than to destroy the world they live in and to watch them suffer, alone and miserable, trying to live in my world for a change!

The effect of this first phase of learning seemed to be to get the learner involved, captivated, hooked, and to get the learner to need and want more information and expertise.

Luxury is a motivational narcotic.

Oettingen's work doesn't line up with how we normally think about motivation and goals. We normally think about them as being intrinsic to a person. People are either motivated or they're not; accordingly, we describe motivation with terms like desire or heart. But in these experiments, motivation is not a possession but rather the result of a two-part process of channeling your attention: Here's where you're at and Here's where you want to go.

I always wanted to make movies.

Today we love what tomorrow we hate, today we seek what tomorrow we shun, today we desire what tomorrow we fear, nay, even tremble at the apprehensions of.

The need for more makes many people unhappy because it can never be fully satisfied. Interestingly, a recent study about some very poor nations found that those citizens experienced happiness by being connected to their community and family and spending time in nature.

The need for more makes many people unhappy because it can never be fully satisfied. Interestingly, a recent study about some very poor nations found that those citizens experienced happiness by being connected to their community and family and spending time in nature. For them, money played a minimal role in their subjective sense of well-being.[