Quotes About Desire

'Twill make old women young and fresh, Create new motions of the flesh. And cause them long for you know what, If they but taste of chocolate.

there are many people who frequently hear the words of Christ but have little desire to follow them and so do not have the mind of Christ.

Suck e'm long, suck e'm hard

Richard Hugo taught me that anyone with a desire to write, an ear for language and a bit of imagination could become a writer. He also, in a way, gave me permission to write about northern Montana.

The man who has not loved before he was fourteen has missed a foretaste of Elysium.

Sex is sex, all there is to it.

Frankrijk is mooi, de wereld is mooi, maar ik wil het niet zien. Niet zonder jou.

He smelled like sweat and sex and Sean, a potent combination that made her want to hold him here inside her and never let him go.

She couldn't deny him anything. She reached behind her and unhooked the bra, leaving breasts completely bare to his stroking hands. Her mouth sought his, licking, sucking, leaning into his touch as she tried to tell him without words how much she wanted him, needed him. How desperate she was for his touch, how she'd needed him, needed this, all along and hadn't even realized it.

Like punch through the brick wall he'd built around himself and give in to the sudden, desperate urges to touch, to taste, to feel. Krista Fucking Slater. Of all the women in the world, why was she the only one who managed to remind him he was still alive in a way no one had been able to in three long years?

What do you do when you already know what your problem is? What if it's not really a problem? It's only a problem if I want a relationship. If I want to fit into a conventional mode of happiness. It's only a problem if I care. And I can't tell if I care.

Not ever was there a time when that man's penis stayed put where it was supposed to be, instead living its life as a free-flying dilettante, a party penis, as if it were some sort of rich-kid celebrity DJ hitting new hot spots, London, Paris, Ibiza, except instead of those cities it would be a paralegal's vagina instead.

I would never blame anyone for wishing for something more from this life.

She is vaguely satisfied; in fact she is on the cusp of complete satisfaction, she teeters there, undecided. To give into complete satisfaction is to allow that it can disappear as quickly as it arrived. Once you feel it, you will want it forever. And you cannot have it forever. Because life is not perfect.

She opened the McRib box and eyed the dark red, sticky sandwich. Suddenly she felt like an animal; she wanted to drag the sandwich somewhere, not anywhere in this McDonald's, not a booth, not Playland, but to a park, a shrouded corner of the woods underneath shimmering tree branches, green, dark, and serene, and then, when she was certain she was completely alone, she wanted to tear that sandwich apart with her teeth.

I've never been in love. Isn't that shame? Not knowing how it feels like.

She had done everything he wanted, and tonight it didn't matter. He was the man who preferred the empty room all along. Not these things, not these children, not her. He wanted his steak and his wine and his Scotch, and a young waitress he could bully to bring it to him, and after that, where he slept didn't matter.

I'm going to kiss you now, and I don't know if I'll ever stop.

De fleste af os har drømme, men lægger dem til side som umulige. Men Gud lægger aldrig et ønske i vort hjerte eller giver os tegn til at gå ud på vandet, med mindre han ønsker, at vi skal gå ud i tro og i det mindste gøre forsøget.

I fear I am forbidden fruit," he sighed into her hair. Her hands grasped him in answer. "I would know such fruit. For always." "Oh, sweetness, you know not what you are saying. It can be so dark here, with me." "I'm not afraid." Even as he gave up and kissed her, he murmured a warning. "You should be. You should be.

Love touches the soul and awakens a desire so powerful that even the most vigilant heart is lured by its radiance.

If you are a human being, it's in your DNA to want bacon.

The sigil-sorcerer need not concern himself with the question 'is this desire wilful?' We have to accept the fact that we don't always know the nature and motion of will. In a sense, sigil magick is a form of feedback: the desire arises from the deep, is recognized, sigilized, cast into the deep again, and finds fulfilment from that agency.

I wanted to conquer your heart, not to stop it.