Quotes About Desire

Most Americans want health insurance.

One can best describe the culture of consumerism as the unbridled consumption of commodities for the satisfaction of psychological needs that cannot be satisfied through the practice of consumption

Courage, cheerfulness, and a desire to work depends mostly on good nutrition.

Se antoja pensar que el hombre decidió voluntariamente perder el "Paraíso" de la Unidad inconsciente con la Lattice para ganar el Paraíso de la Unidad Consciente con la misma Lattice. En esta pérdida y ganancia Dios actuó como cómplice por su "deseo" de ser acompañado por alguien de su misma osadía y altura.  El éxito en esta "aventura magistral" está todavía por verse.

There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire

We are all these things [...]. Pride, desire, compassion, cleverness, belligerence, fruitfulness, loyalty...and guilt. But above it all stands love. And if we desire to be more than human, that is the star by which we must set our sights.

He'd never in his life been so hungry and tired. What wouldn't he give for a simple mug of tea and a humble fried egg sandwich?

There are two kinds of women, those who want power in the world and those who want power in bed.

Do you think that God would separate me from my husband if I killed myself? I feel as though I am going out of my mind at times. Wouldn't God understand that I just want to be with him?

Once you can express yourself, you can tell the world what you want from it.

Love is but a frailty of mind when 'tis not with ambition joined." -Sir Thomas Seymour

Because she deserved more than me. She deserved someone who could give her the whole universe.

The feeling inside that she experienced when she saw the books was akin to the hunger she felt as food was put on the table at the end of the working day. And she knew that she needed this sustenance as surely as her body needed its fuel.

Some days I just think the whole world and life and everything is stupid. And that's 'cause I be missing you.

And when I can't speak it, I write it down. I wish I was different. Wish I was taller, smarter, could talk out loud the way I write things down. I wish I didn't always feel like I was on the outside, looking in like a Peeping Tom.

It seemed like someone was always leaving someone, like that's the way the world worked—people were born and people died, people left and people came. It was like the world was saying you can't have everything you want at the same time.

Maybe this was love—wanting someone with all the senses.

Probably still believed that if you wished hard enough you could make the impossible happen.

They laughed at Eddie Murphy movies, and on the now too rare occasion when Iris let him make love to her, it felt like their bodies were holding on to the earth. When he kissed her, he wanted her to swallow him, wanted to be all the way inside of her—his love was deep like that.

At least, that had been what he had thought until the night he had lost himself to Legna's wicked eyes. He had blamed it on the moon, reaffirming the weakness to himself later on when he found himself stalking the halls of Noah's home far oftener than could be explained away, always watching as Legna floated from one room to another, seemingly oblivious to him, never remaining in his sight for more than a minute at a time.

I've loved you since the first moment I saw you," he said at last, the words rushed and full of rolling emotions. "Sitting there in powder blue and waiting for your killer so you could turn the table and slaughter his heart instead." - Guin (Pleasure)

But after a moment, Bella's eyes began to drift over Jacob's body and the nature of her thoughts changed significantly, punctuated by a sexy, mischievous smile. "Want to make love to a basketball?" she invited. Jacob threw back his head and laughed, all painful memories banished in an instant, minimal feelings in the face of his beloved's wink and smile.

His mouth came to hers suddenly, hovering above those thirsting lips as he drilled her with the intensity of his mercury gaze. " Neliss . . . " he murmured, reverting to the elegance of their ancient language. " Neliss ent desita." Beauty of the ages.

She had seen expert methods of flirtation and temptation, not to mention last-minute flip of denial. What men liked to call a tease. What they loved to call a tease. They stomped and growled about it, but they always hung around for more.