Quotes About Desire

If men are honest, everything they do and everywhere they go is for a chance to see women.

A lot of women are users. Sex is a means to an end, not a romantic thing. They'll give you a little, but not because they love you.

I masturbated at the memory of her skin under mine.

the protagonist-complication-resolution model for story. You see it in various forms. Philip Gerard, who writes both novels and book-length narrative nonfiction, says a story follows when "a character we care about acts to fulfill his desires with important consequences.

The dead are notoriously hard to satisfy,

Her long body stiffened against him. Her cool fingers tightened in his shaggy fur, and her bare, clinging heels dug deep into his heaving flanks. She was sweet against him, and the clear logic of this new life conquered the dreary conventions of that old, dim existence where he had walked in bitter death.

When I sealed the deal on Douglass, I thought I had everything I wanted. But I was wrong. You're everything thing I want. Everything I need.

Wanting Kate was one thing. Sex was simple. Or it could be. But liking her? Enjoying spending time with her? Allowing her into his private life, as Brody had tonight, albeit at his sisters' invitation? It would lead to nothing but trouble.

If you want to achieve your dreams, you must follow them, and the best way to follow them is not to think about wanting to be very rich, but to think about doing something that you really want to do.

But who listened to mothers when your cock was on fire?

Love's not what makes the world go around.

First lust then love.

His face is an open invitation to bed.

Because I love you, goddammit!

The entire world is hungry. For one thing or another. They thirst. They hunger. They crave. Wine. Entertainment. Knowledge. Sometimes for the mundane work of sustenance. And sometimes for lust.

The ego thought system is based not only on guilt, but on lack. The scarecrow thinks he needs a brain, the tin man thinks he needs a heart, and the lion thinks he lacks courage. We are taught we have to earn everything here, or that it has to be bestowed upon us by someone worthier or better than we are. We suffer and sacrifice ourselves in order to be worthy of God's love. Does this feel right to you?

She was in love. There was no turning back.

During this period I feel as if some part of myself has been banished to another part of the world.I feel as if I cannot live my life to the full and feel everything I'm capable of feeling unless I have this love. The pleasure goes from me; the delight goes. Nothing means anything.

It's no longer a question of staying healthy. It's a question of finding a sickness you like.

I have enough money to last me the rest of my life, unless I buy something.

Later, as the moon rose and tangled in the winter-bone branches of thorn trees, she asked, 'Can you guide your dreaming? can you move your dreams along pathways of desire? do your dreams shift in the spaces between dreaming and waking? and, when you wake, do you remember the pathways your dreaming mind has walked? or do your dreams dissolve in the light of each new day?' She could not tell if he was asleep or awake, if her words were a lullaby. And still she has more questions.

In summer heat he longed for her. When leaves turned, green to gold, he watched for her. As winter came, on feathered backs of redwing, fieldfare, and threaded through the call of curlew, he waited for her.

Surely that couldn't be the end of her first kiss? It seemed sort of pointless, to do that once without doing it again.

Sensuality begins sometimes with kindness, but it ends always in the most reckless and intolerable cruelty.