Quotes About Desire

If someone even mentions his name it is like a little present to me - and I long to mention it myself. I start subjects leading up to it, and then I feel myself going red. I keep swearing to myself not to speak to him again - and then an opportunity occurs and I jump at it!

deep down, in some vague, mixed way I had been letting myself hope that he didn't really care for her, that it was me he loved and that kissing me would have made him realise it...

And though I cannot honestly say I would ever turn my back on any luxury that I could come by, I do feel there is something a bit wrong in it. Perhaps that makes it all the more enjoyable.

Just to be in love seemed the most blissful luxury I had ever known.

I had to do most of my writing in bed at night, which stopped me from encouraging Rose to talk much — not that she had shown signs of wanting to, having taken to going for long walks by herself. This desire for solitude often overcomes her at house-cleaning times.

And I regret to say that there were moments when my deep and loving pity for her merged into a desire to kick her fairly hard. For she is a girl who cannot walk her troubles off, or work them off; she is a girl to sit around and glare.

The talents of these individuals were more highly motivated by a desire to learn, as opposed to a desire to earn. Which is what you find in your society at this point in time, as you define it.

Striking in its insistence and durability is the quest or desire for a decisive criterion with which to differentiate humans from other animals as well as the human from the animal in human beings.

I don't want your candor. I want your soul in a silver thimble.

Mirrors and images. Or sex and love. These are two separate systems that we miserably try to link.

Longing on a large scale makes history.

The instant he knew he loved her, she slipped down his body and out of his arms.

it's not the sex you think I've had. it's the sex i want. that's what you smell on me. because the more I look at you, the more A know about us both. And the more A want to have sex with you. because there's a certain kind of sex that has an element of cleansing. it's the antidote to disillusion. the counterpoison.

I want to bottle-fuck you slowly with my sunglasses on.

Sex finds us. Sex sees through us. That's why it's so shattering. It strips us of appearances.

Because what's the meaning of doing dishes if you're not driven by something beyond necessity.

I would spend the rest of my life turning to speak to her.

Sounds like a boring life. I hope it lasts forever, she said.

Remember literature, Charlie? It involved getting drunk and getting laid.

How many times do two people have to fuck before one of them deserves to die?

Technology is lust removed from nature.

Days like this. I look at you and feel electric. Tell me you don't feel it too.

Say heat. Say wet between my legs. Say legs. Seriously, I want you to. Stockings. Whisper it. The word is meant to be whispered.

It's there in your face, all of it, the way it rarely shows in any face. What do I see? Something lazy, sexy and insatiable.