Quotes About Desire

One day I wish to die, but today, I wish to live.

I don't want to die in darkness any thicker than this. I want to bring some kind of resolution in my life.

That's what death is, Danny thought: wanting to talk to someone and not being able to.

The desire of death will not always lead you to death but the fear of death will.

Cine n-ar dori s? moar? visând c? moare?

We are all created by desire and we all die because of desire.

We envy people who are extremely old because we wish to live that long, not because we want to be that old.

The sadness sorrow is to desire death while you have life.

I miss you with the very edge of my skin.It winces in absence, a giant muscle contracting.

She wielded the ultimate weapon against him, his kryptonite - her touch.

If I walked in there right now, you would beg me to make you scream.""Oh, please, " she said sarcastically."We wouldn't make it to a bed before I would be deep inside you.

Shall we take it slow this time? Maybe I'll make you beg me to let you come.""I don't beg."He laughed wholeheartedly. "We'll see about that.

She sagged against the wall, finding it hard to breathe. It wasn't from fear. Gods, she hadn't been that turned on in years. If that was her punishment, she was going to be lippy a little more often

Here's a fact: Some people want to live moreThan others do.

She didn't want to die. She couldn't imagine wanting to die…Death was for—for other people.

Who hasn't wanted to die at one time or another?

Isn't it strange, how one so afraid of contracting a fatal malady...should so earnestly wish for death, as well?

I don't want to be dying. I want to be dead.

My arm began moving, turning the invisible crank of Death's music box. Somewhere inside, I didn't want the melody to end.

I realized that that was how heartbreak occurred. Your heart wants something, but reality resists it. Death is inert and heavy, and it has no relation to your heart's desires.

Sinful and forbidden pleasures are like poisoned bread. They may satisfy appetite for the moment, but there is death in them at the end.

The grass is always greener on the other side of personal extinction.

It was deeper than some boy thinking she was cute. It was more like she was food and he was hungry. It was as if Mars needed her to survive.

What kind of dark, twisted mind preys on young women? I think it was Poe that said the death of a beautiful woman is the most poetical thing in the universe, and if that was true… I was John Milton.