Quotes About Desire

He hoped she was gazing into the future that included him. A shiver rushed down his spine, and he wasn't sure if it was longing or fear. Truth be told, it was a little of both.

I like the idea of having a family, but I'd've preferred a less troublesome one. One where I get shot or drowned less often.

Sex is the tabasco sauce which an adolescent national palate sprinkles on every course in the menu.

When Jesus isn't our everything, our enough, we pursue every other thing that fills.

But you're everything I want. Remember that. I love you, Lia. Not a title. And not because a piece of paper says I should. Because I do.

I suppose if we're going to fall in love all over again, kissing will be part of it.

I don't want five hundred billion neural chips. I want guts.

My breaths shuddered, still hot in my chest. I knew I had made a big mistake, but it was a glorious one, and I wanted to make it over and over again. But there was something in his eyes, something genuine and earnest and true that made me pause. This was more than just making the best of it, this was something taking root, a seed being planted. But it was a seed that couldn't be planted.

I don't care what mistakes I made or what mistakes you made. I'd make every single one again, if that was the only way to be with you

There was only one thing that someone with great power wanted. More of it

I felt myself falling deeper into the world that was Jase Ballenger. "Never. Not a thousand tomorrow's could I ever be sorry. Trouble with you makes me glad for it. I love you with every breath I will ever breathe. I love you Jase." "More than an orange?" he asked between kisses. "Let's not get carried away, Patrei.

My head spun, but in a way that wanted to sink into, to drown in the warmth of it. I was falling into a vast dark sky and I didn't care. I wanted to disappear into it. I wanted more. Our tongues explored, soft, warm, and then he pulled away, his eyes searching mine, wondering, asking. Should he stop? No, I thought. No. Don't stop. His gaze held, waiting, as if he needed to hear me say it aloud.

He leaned back, the misery in his eyes cutting through me. "But they're only wishes Lia, because you've made promises and so have I. Tomorrow will come, and tomorrow will matter, to your kingdom and to mine. So please, don't ask me again if I wish for something, because I don't want to be reminded that every day I wish for something I cannot have.

I didn't think about his world or mine or the future we couldn't have. I only thought about the warm light behind my eyelids, his soft murmurs in my ear, and the fullness of what we had in that moment. And we touched in all the ways of yesterday and more.

We talked about it. Love. Was that what this was? I love you, Jafir, she would say at any moment of the day, just to hear it said aloud. She would laugh and then say it again, her eyes solemn, looking into mine. I love you, Jafir de Aldrid. And it didn't matter how many times she said it, I waited for her to say it again.

I hated that I found him—appealing. Not just his appearance, but the confidence of his strides, the calculations in his gaze, his cockiness, his damned voice. I hated the ridiculous flip-flop my stomach did just now when I caught him looking at me.

The magic of the wishes, of course, was simply in making them, fishing deep for a hidden desire, molding it into words to make it real, and tossing it into a mysterious unknown that you believed was maybe, just maybe, listening.

But I would always see her. Until I drew my last breath, it would always be her face I saw when I closed my eyes at night, and her face again when I woke each morning. I would force myself to forget the last words I heard from her lips. I would remember others. I love you, Jafir de Aldrid. Words that, now, I was sure I had never deserved. I

I can't promise you any tomorrows. And that was all I wanted.

Everything had changed between us the day she held my slingshot and I placed my arms around her. It frightened me, this change, the way it made me feel and even think differently, but every day since then, as I rode to the valley, all I could think of was holding her again, kissing her, listening to her, watching her laugh. Just

They looked shallow, self-absorbed. And a small, strangled part of me envied them.

I want to kiss you, Kazi," he finally said, his voice a whisper. "And I want you to kiss me back. But this time I don't want it to be because we're only making the best of it. And I don't want a kiss that's for show or has any conditions. I want you to kiss me just because you want to. Because you deeply want to. No one's watching now. You can walk away, and I won't say a thing.

No matter how much they want it, or how much I want it, I can't make it happen. The feeling of failure is familiar. I always tried so hard to be everything they wanted

The prince has grand dreams." "Is it worth it to have any other kind?