Quotes About Desire

Love is a crazy thing. It sucks and is totally overrated.

There are different kinds of love, but they all have the same aim: possession

The pleasures of love are always in proportion to our fears

Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low.

Only love is like an arrow to your heart; the more you try to take it out, the more pain and blood you get

True love never dies for it is lust that fades away. Love bonds for a lifetime but lust just pushes away.

To believe in love, to be ready to give up anything for it, to be willing to risk your life for it, is the ultimate tragedy.

I Dont Believe that Anybody Feels the Way I Do about You now.

Everybody loves you when they are about to cum.

How can you be in hell while you are in my heart?

Lonely is a man without love.

Sex is a momentary itch, love never lets you go

Nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.

A woman often thinks she regrets the lover, when she only regrets the love

I think that perhaps we always fall in love the very first time we see the man of our dreams, even though, at the time, reason may be telling otherwise, and we may fight against that instinct, hoping against hope that we won't win, until there comes a point when we allow ourselves to be vanquished by our feelings...

Love is the answer, but while you are waiting for the answer sex raises some pretty good questions

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.

I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it.

Love is a matter of chemistry, but Sex is a matter of physics.

Those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply; those who want to deny the world must have once embraced what they now set on fire.

I must see her and press her to my heart. I love her to the point of madness, and I cannot continue to be separated from her. If she no longer loved me, I would have nothing left to do on earth.

I understand with love comes pain, but why did I have to love so much?

Ambition is like love, impatient both of delays and rivals.

If thou remember'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not loved.