Quotes About Desire

Snakes have many forms, you know. They have not always been evil or poisonous - or at least, not only so. Just as desire has not always been evil. In ancient times, snakes were a symbol of healing. Of wisdom. They can be very beautiful.

I felt something swell in me then. It wasn't desparate, or triumphant, or any of the things I was used to feeling around men. This was quiet and thrilling, and new. It felt like it might spill out from me, and fill whole rooms. It felt like gladness.

His eyes were that curious shade of hazel that made her think of sunshine and toffee, caramel and whiskey, sweetness and sin all at once, and they were fixed on her with so much heat. So much intent. And she knew he was right. This was her moment, here and now....

The woman was the kind of woman that the British find breathtakingly sexy and I could never figure out why. She had short, dark hair that was a little bit spiky on top and a curvy little body. She was cute, I supposed, but was no goddess. She wasn't worthy of him. And yet Sean looked like he wanted to eat her up.

I could see myself in a relationship with a girl Olivia Wilde is so sexy she makes me want to strangle a mountain ox with my bare hands. She's mesmerizing.

I could say his body was perfect and every part of it beautiful, because it was. Not because he had no flaws, but because I wanted him so desperately I couldn't see any.

He hadn't been her first lover or the first boy to give her an orgasm. He hadn't even been the first she'd loved. He'd been the first to turn her inside out with something as simple as a smile. The first to make her doubt herself. He'd taken her deeper than anyone ever had, and yet she hadn't drowned.

We're not meant to separate sex from love; there's a reason why euphoria occurs in both situations. Sex and love nourish each other. You can argue it's humanity's way of establishing family groups and guaranteeing creation of the next generation; but the simple fact remains: the more often two people engage in sex, the more likely it is that one of them will fall in love.

He put my fingertips to his mouth and kissed them. Licked the trace of blood away. Made them clean. Then I knew the truth I had been denying. He made me clean. Dan made me clean and shining and bright. He made me beautiful, and I did not want to lose him.

You don't have to be sad to miss someone and wish they were still in your life.

Jealousy smells like the water in the bottom of a flower vase after the flowers have died.

We look at each other without saying anything, both of us smiling like idiots. I heart is so full I can't believe it can possibly still beat without bursting right in front of me. My desire for him is so fierce I'm afraid to stand, because I know my knees will be too weak to hold me up, but there's more than that. This great and bursting thing inside me is love.

Sometimes the things we want to say the most are the things that should never be said.

I hold on to him longer than is necessary, but then I let him go. Of course I let him go; there's no other choice. He has a life, and so do I. No matter what I want, the sun has come up and the world will not fade away.

Sex makes bumble-tongued fools even out of the most eloquent, but the beauty of it is that it also tunes our ears to hear the meaning of words that, spoken under other circumstances, would make us laugh or cry or frown.

I feel the weight of his gaze all over me, covering me like a blanket.

Dangerous to me, that sexuality, because I'd been burned by that flame once before and would be forever scorched.

What are you wearing?" I looked down at my soft flannel pajamas. I'd washed them so many times the plaid pattern had faded mostly to grays and whites. "What do you want me to be wearing?" Dan's voice shifted a little. I imagined a smile. "Nothing." Such a small thing, that little bit of flirting, but all at once I felt as if air had rushed into my lungs, and I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath. "Nothing but a smile.

tenía los Seis Síntomas Mortales de un Hombre Enamorado: 1. Incapacidad para pensar derecho. 2. Una alarmante propensión a sonreír en los momentos más extraños. 3. Pensamiento constante en el objeto de su deseo. 4. Absolutamente ningún interés en otros miembros del sexo opuesto. 5. Una sorprendente buena voluntad hacia el mundo en general. 6. Excitación sexual perpetúa.

I just said it was romantic. Some people like that." Nick sat, too. "Like you?" She lifted her chin. "Maybe I do." Nick's laugh for once didn't urge her to join him. "Well then, you're fucking the wrong guy.

Do you think he would?" "I think he'd give his left nut to get in your pants." "Very nice," I told him. "So elegantly put." Dan laughed and leaned forward to nuzzle my neck again. "Yes, Elle, I think Jack would love to fuck you.

This book is for those who would rather be haunted and driven mad than left behind.

There is nothing crueler than the person who doesn't want you enough to keep you, but who doesn't love you enough to let you go.

And what was dancing but fucking with your clothes on?