Quotes About Desire

My hopes are so high, that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, Or wear as jewelery, whichever you prefer.

You ache for the touch of another, But you don't have a now-current lover

Love me, I'll be anyobdy you want me to be. Use me. Change me. I can be thin with big breasts and big hair. Take me apart. Make me into anything, but just love me.

We often pass from love to ambition, but we hardly ever return from ambition to love.

So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here...in my arms.

Too late for changes, too late perhaps for explanations and ideological webs, but the love goes on, the love goes on, blind to laws and warnings and even to wisdom and to fears. And whatever that love is, perhaps an illusion of a new love, I want it, I can't resist it, my whole being melts in one kiss, my knowledge melts, my fears melt, my blood dances, my legs open.

The more you love someone the more he wants from you and the less you have to give since you've already given him your love, bottling

The pleasure of love is in loving, and we derive more happiness from the passion that we experience than from the passion we arouse.

In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

Love is a beggar who stills begs when one has given him everything

It is every woman's dream to be some man's dream woman.

Sex without love is mating, love without sex is philosophy.

One day You will take my heart completely and make it more fiery than a dragon. Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.

That quest for something pretty. A cheat. A cliche. Flowers and Christmas lights, it's what we're programmed to love.

No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have your own way.

I would have loved it - without the French

If a man has to make a woman the center of his love, why should he integrate animality into this sacred human emotion?...Is love incompelete without it?...Is love the name of physical excersize ?

Real love is the love that sometimes arises after sensual pleasure: if it does, it is immortal; the other kind inevitably goes stale, for it lies in mere fantasy.

Is human love the growth of the human will ?

The world is a drought when out of love

I need you in front of me, saying my name, saying to me... I choose the way you are You, the way you are

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name

If I can't get the girl, at least give me more money

If a man has to make a woman the center of his love, then why does he have to enter animality into it?...Can love not be complete without it?...Is love just the name of physical excercize?