Quotes About Desire

You make me come alive- too alive. It's breathless, like a disaster. Ravishing, like crossing over into the desert and losing your bearings. Nothing's the same again.

Ingo was a fever, and so far she hadn't found the antidote.

Really, the insufferable conceit of the man. How dared he have the unutterable gall to know how her knees weakened at the sight of him, how she felt full of life and spirit when he was with her, how his very touch sent fire coursing through her veins in a way she hadn't known existed outside the pages of lending-library novels!

Like King Midas, I am left with nothing but this unreasonable hope that, somehow, my strange life and my lost family will return to normal.

I feel at home, choosing to live inside my own imagination, savage and natural, yet I also long to be honest about my desire to love and be loved. Am I an unearthly creature, part vampire, part werewolf? Or perhaps... poetry is my beastly mind's only curse.

You still eat away at me, more and more, insatiably. I'm stupid, I let you do it. But you're stupid, too. You don't realize that by eating me you're poisoning yourself,

I would have preferred if you had loved me less and understood me more.

I stayed under the moon too long. I am silvered with lust. Dreams flick like minnows through my eyes. My voice is trees tossing in the wind. I loose myself like a flock of blackbirds storming into your face. My lightest touch leaves blue prints, bruises on your mind. Desire sandpapers your skin so thin I read the veins and arteries maps of routes I will travel till I lodge in your spine. The night is our fur. We curl inside it licking.

The point of creating futures is to get people to imagine what they want and don't want to happen down the road – and maybe do something about it.

But I think we often settle for sex when we want love. And we often want love when we need something else, like a good job or a chance to go back to school.

Baby, tonight you're the reason I have lips.

So it goes when we need to couple. Sex makes idiots of us all. ~ From "Am I Pretty Enough

We all of us go about, she meant to tell him but was too occupied, wanting to be wanted but unsure why anybody should bother.

It is not sex that gives the pleasure, but the lover.

The pitcher cries for water to carry and a person for work that is real.

Snow lies on my fields though the air is so warm I want to roll on my back and wriggle. Sure, the dark downhill weep shows who's winning, and the thatch of tall grass is sticking out of the banks, but I want to start digging and planting. My swelling hills, my leafbrown loamy soil interlaced with worms red as mouths, my garden, why don't you hurry up and take your clothes off ?

It's pitch, sex is. Once you touch it, it clings to you.

George Abbershaw's prosaic mind quivered on the verge of poetry when he looked at her.

You may never be entirely happy; few people are. You may never achieve your heart's desire in this world, for people seldom do. Sit by enough deathbeds, Branza, and you will hear your fill of stories of missed chances, and wrong turnings, and spurned opportunities for love. It is required of you only to be here, not to be happy.

You must watch and wait, Branza, to see what powers you have and don't have. It is not like home. We ruled there. Everything fell into place around what we wanted. Here, we are not the only ones wanting, and we must make room for other people's desires.

You may never be entirely happy; few people are. You may never achieve your heart's desire in this world, for people seldom do. Sit be enough deathbeds, Branza, and you will hear your fill of stories of missed chances, and wrong turnings, and spurned opportunities for love.

A heart may desire a thing powerfully indeed, but that heart's desire might be what a person least needs, for her health, for her continuing happiness.

Sometimes I wish the end would come... whatever it is

Do you know," he said, "that there are people who can't go near high places not because they're afraid of heights but because they feel such a lure to jump?