Quotes About Desire

Oh yeah; his chest still hurt from the blow she'd given him earlier, and was now throbbing quite painfully with wanting her. Keeping her lips occupied while being mindful she wasn't very limber, Ian maneuvered Jessie onto his lap and tucked her head into the crook of his arm to get serious about loving her mouth.

What do you want to

Nice dress. Take it off.

Here's a basic difference between Morelli and me. My first thought was always of cake. His first thought was always of sex. Don't get me wrong. I like sex . . . a lot. But it's never going to replace cake.

She'll be back," Ranger said. "But not tonight." [Stephanie] "How'd you get her to leave?" "Told her I was gonna spend the next twelve hours ruining you for all other men, and so she might as well go home." I could feel the heat rush to my face. Ranger gave me the wolf smile. "I lied about it being tonight," he said.

Isn't it funny.I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.

Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.

I understood why she did it. At that moment I knew why people tagged graffiti on the walls of neat little houses and scratched the paint on new cars and beat up well-tended children. It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.

Loneliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space. The best thing you can do it to know yourself... know what you want.

And at times I murmured the token phrase to the doctor, 'When can I go home?' knowing that home was the place where I least desired to be. There they would watch me for signs of abnormality, like ferrets around a rabbit burrow waiting for the rabbit to appear.

There are two sides of the Velvet Rope. Those who want to be on the other side and those who are on the other side.

Peter took a long swallow and winked at her over his glass. 'Shall we dance?' he asked, wanting his arm around her and knowing no better way to put it there.

His heart was dancing far ahead of his feet.

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything it is because we are dangerously near to wanting nothing.

When love is lonely, its because you have not found the love of your love. Even though you are being love.

and her dreams that didn't happen, that couldn't have happened because she'd pinned them on somebody too broken and unattainable to love her back.

The only wishes that will ever change you are the kind that may, at any moment, eat you whole.

Wishes are powerful things. You can't expect them to change the world without changing you too.

I'm pretty sure it means I want to kiss you.

Beauty opened all the doors it got me things I didn't even know I wanted, and things I certainly didn't deserve.

needed to be wanted. I couldn't go on without being wanted. And I couldn't stop thinking about that little bitch at the restaurant. I used to be that woman, I thought. I used to be the one who turned heads. Now…Christ…I was becoming invisible.

The letter will tell you to write down ten things you want to happen, because that's the first step to getting what you want in life: deciding what that is. Some of those things will happen for you, some won't, and some will turn into things you don't want anymore" -Aunt Jenny

The difference is minding. I mind the resultant moral dilemma of having no answers. I never forget the fucking questions. They're always there, accusing me of having no answers yet. If there are no answers there is no point: a terror of absurdity. Logic will force me to do things where desire hasn't a chance.

Friedrich desiderò ardentemente Clara, a prescindere dal suo sesso. Prima ancora di sapere cos'era, chi era, sapeva quello che sarebbe stata: la più grande pianista che lui potesse plasmare