Quotes About Desire

You are so lovely," he murmured into her mouth. Then he kissed her throat. Her head fell back, and she gave a breathy sigh. She was an innocent with an appetite as ancient as Lilith, the first temptress.

But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so much in common with a cow stretching its neck through a gate for better grass.

To love and be loved is the most powerful of human needs Clare Morgan

If you allow an experienced man of the world to introduce you to passion when you want him more than he wants you, he will own your soul, but you will not own his.

Mikhal - "...most of all, I want to be the man that I am only when I am with you

But she had never known that a man could want a woman and not take her because he did care. There was something very fragile and precious in the idea, though she didn't really understand it. Maybe someday she would.

A person could last a long while without touch, but once someone had experienced the comfort, joy, and sheer relief of another human body close, the desire to experience that again was hard to deny.

For me, everything's too much and nothing's enough.

she felt the past come rushing back with a ferocity that nearly knocked her down. And it struck her, this was not just a flare-up she was experiencing, not just a bout of spring fever. This was full-blown passion.

There are two things people want more than sex and money... recognition and praise.

There are two things people want more than sex & money... recognition and praise.

One does not know what Lady Emily's advice was about falling in love but later Krishna expressed surprise when she told him she was jealous. He was becoming reconciled to being without her. '...it is the question of the sun & the moon—never can they be together so the less said about it the better', he wrote on April 18. In

I want fame more than I can tell. But more than I want fame I want happiness.

I do not see any beauty in self-restraint.

Some people say that beauty is a curse. It may be true, but I'm sure I should not have at all minded being cursed a little.

I am a selfish, conceited, impudent little animal, it is true, but, after all, I am only one grand conglomeration of Wanting…

If it please the Devil, one day I may have happiness. That will be all-sufficient. I shall then analyze no more. I shall be a different being. But meanwhile I shall eat.

the neurotic torture of being seductive regularly—by the night: the more that perchance the struggle always is unconscious.

Had I been born a man I would by now have made a deep impression of myself on the world - on some part of it. But I am a woman, and God, or the Devil, or Fate, or whosoever it was, has flayed me of the thick outer skin and thrown me out into the midst of Life - has left me a lonely damned thing filled with the red, red blood of ambition and desire, but afraid to be touched, for there is no thick skin between my sensitive flesh and the and world s fingers. But I want to be touched.

Surely there must be in a world of manifold beautiful things something among them for me. And always, while I am still young, there is that dim light, the Future. But it is indeed a dim, dim light, and ofttimes there's a treachery in it.

From insipid sweet wine; from men who wear moustaches; from the sort of people that call legs 'limbs'; from bedraggled white petticoats: Kind Devil, deliver me.

Here is the End for me, if I want it — here is the Ceasing, when I want it.

To be a woman, young and all alone, is hard - hard! - is to want things, is to carry a heavy, heavy weight.

But I am too young yet to think of peace. It is not peace that I want. Peace is for forty and fifty; I am waiting for my Experience. I am awaiting the coming of the Devil.