Quotes About Desire

I knew that we were two humans, that's all, two humans walking around blindly in the night, looking for a warm hand.

what makes and ordinary person heroic is when they give up the thing they want most

Your submission appeals to me," he growls. "Your obedience. And I'll do whatever it takes to get that from you.

Good girl," he approves, leaning down and whispering in my ear. "While you sit in that dining room dressed like a queen, you will feel the reminder of my control. I will feed your mouth while I master every part of you. Your pussy will throb for me. Your ass will clench in fear and need. Your mouth will water. And tonight, if you behave yourself, I'll grant you a reward.

Such a vulnerable position, baring the neck, as if waiting for the executioner's axe. The vampire's bite. The intimate kiss of a lover. And now, for me… a collar and chain.

Taste my lash.

I thought I would love you forever—and, a little, I may, in the way I still move toward a crate, knees bent, or reach for a man: as one might stretch for the three or four fruit that lie in the sun at the top of the tree; too ripe for any moment but this, they open their skin at first touch, yielding sweetness, sweetness and heat, and in me, each time since, the answering yes.

have little to offer in this time when nothing lasts, only that desire to which you come as to a well. Even the language tells it: to satisfy and sadness rooted on one stock, the faithful breathing back towards shadow of everything that once bent to the sun. And still, the long slanting days pull us in, the warmth, the pitch of the hills, and everything in us wants to give over again— Only a little further, a hand's extending, a single word; the mirage, beautiful, beckons us on.

Mara and his daughters are familiar to anyone who practises meditation; the revelation of dark repressed fears, barely remembered fragments of memory, doubts, erotic fantasy and foremost, the desire to get back to familiar ground.

We are constantly swimming towards what we think is the shore, what we think will be the answer to the problem, whether it be a new love affair, the cure for an illness, a way to stay young or the reward of heaven.

Toddlers are highly impulsive little people, and warnings are simply overpowered by the desire to touch, hold, and explore.

Nancy kept licking her lips. The inside of her mouth felt as dry as dust.

He studied her flushed face. Last night she'd been pale like porcelain, a creamy alabaster, but tonight she burned. She glowed. Her dark blue eyes shone, her cheeks flushed a hot feverish pink. She needed a firm hand. She could use a calming hand. How convenient. He had two.

One of these days, you're going to fall in love with some guy, and you're not going to know what to do with yourself.

Lips move; lips touch; lips signal. Lips are on the outside for show, and on the most secret inside of your mouth. Lips frame words that lie. Lips frame a hole that wants to be filled.

The overwhelming desire to be united with this one individual out of all individuals the universe had to offer.

If there's no chocolate in Heaven, I'm not going.

Fascination with horses predated every other single thing I knew. Before I was a mother, before I was a writer, before I knew the facts of life, before I was a schoolgirl, before I learned to read, I wanted a horse.

History is what people want to remember.

I lived up to the wishes and expectations of people in authority, not because I was forced to, but because I wanted to. I didn't know anything else.

What was the matter with her? She'd already decided she didn't want to make love with him, so why did she keep conjuring up erotic scenes from old sheikh movies? It must be the wine.

He had to have her, he couldn't wait, the need throbbed through him hot and urgent. But here? On the wooden floor of his brother's gazebo?

If she wanted him to stop, she'd have to say so soon because she was driving him up so fast he felt like a comet flaming in the heat of her atmosphere.

He groaned in mounting desire. "You're a dangerous woman, Calinda Braxton," he murmured hoarsely. "So are you, Lynx Cardone," she replied in a strained voice as she pushed away from him, fighting to regain control of herself. He caught her face between his hands, drilling his smoldering gaze into her matching one. "I want you, Cal," he stated simply. -Lynx & Calinda