Quotes About Desire

He had been her sun, the star she circled endlessly. Helpless against the gravity she'd been unable to fight. She'd flown too close and melted her wings made of wax. She'd fallen. Maybe she'd never been meant to fly.

Be careful," he said. Bess looked at him. "I think it's too late for that." He smiled. Then he kissed her, right there on the porch where the whole world could see. Right on the mouth. Right where she wanted.

Basically, I wanted to get in, get on, get off, get up, get dressed and get out.

Feeling pressured into doing something I didn't want to do for people I didn't want to please.

I would rather have you haunt me, driving me mad, than have you leave me.

Desire didn't always mean a choice was easier to make. Sometimes it was harder, because it meant so much more.

I want you," Heath said. You have me, Effie thought but didn't say aloud. You will always have me.

Everything was heat and sweat, bump 'n' grind. Stroke and sigh.

Heath said, cold as ice, cold as a void, so cold it burned her worse than any fire. "Don't you know? Not wanting to and not being able to are not the same things.

Haunt me," he whispered. "Make me crazy for the rest of my life. But please, Effie. Don't leave me. Just let me love you.

And every time we're together, I tell myself not to hope that this time you'll just fucking see that there is nobody else for you. That you'll give me a chance to prove we're good together,

I didn't want to love him, but I didn't want him not to love me.

I'd been a substitute for something they both wanted and neither could have.

drifting on daydreams of cunnilingus,

Yep. All of it. If you want to show me into the basement first, I can take care of you from the ground up." Oh, I bet you could, Ginny thought. Top to toe too. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep a straight face and pointed down the hall.

Dan smiled at me with lips still moist from mine. I have seen clouds part for the sun. I have seen rainbows. I have seen flowers in the morning, covered in dew, and I have seen sunsets so brilliant with fire they have made me want to weep. And I have seen Dan smile at me, his lips still wet from my kiss, and if I had to choose which sight moved me the most I would say it was that one.

It's so much easier to convince yourself you're madly in love with someone when you know nothing about him.

I'm not in love. It's a crush which is why it hurts. Crushes crush. Otherwise they'd be called awesomes. "I have an awesome on him.

I love you. And I want you, too. But. However. Unfortunately ...

I know it makes sense for me and him to just break up now and just live our seperate lives and not have to worry about missing each other all the time. But when I think about that, I get sick. Physically sick. Like I seriously throw up. I need to be with him, even if I can't, like, be with him.

And now, as I'm lying alone in my own bed, I keep thinking about writhing against him last night, naked and vulnerable. Even after we'd both risen and fallen, peaked and plummeted, even after Marcus was physically shrinking from inside me, I couldn't stop clutching, crying, trying. Trying to pull him deeper, deeper, deeper within. Trying to make him more a part of me than I am myself.

he makes me feel out of control and out of my head. He is exhilarating and terrifying. I see and feel him everywhere, and I'm always grasping for equilibrium even when he's not there... I feel like I'm always falling in love, falling and falling and falling.

We just want to be where we're supposed to be. We just want to be with the people we want to be with. I don't think that's asking for too much, ya know what I'm saying?

Jessica..." The sound of his voice saying my name soothed me, and it's all I wanted to hear him say. Just my name, over and over and over again in his buttery baritone. I wanted my name to be his mantra, the word he meditated on, his tool for finding calm in the world. But he kept on talking.