Quotes About Desire

I want to be an adjective again. But I'm a noun. A nothing. A nobody. A no one.

no quiero separarme de él, porque esta noche no quiero nada más que ser parte de él. Porque ser parte de él no es cualquier cosa; más bien lo es todo.

Se inclina y me besa, y yo me aferro a su camiseta, deseando saborear cada momento.

If you weren't driving, I'd kiss you senseless," I tell him. He swerves to the side of the road and stops the car abruptly. "Not driving any more.

What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.

When I turn around, he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I don't know who is breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I don't know how long it lasts, but when I let go of him, I miss it already.

I'm scared I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.

These people have history and I crave history. I crave someone knowing me so well that they can tell what I'm thinking. Jonah Griggs takes my hand under the table and links my fingers with his and I know that I would sacrifice almost anything just to keep this state of mind, for the rest of the week at least.

No," I say, looking up at Griggs. "It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else." And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.

That's universal — we all want to bring every good thing to our children. But what's not universal is our ability to provide every good thing.

Ain't it a shame the body can't go where the heart lives.

And though he has watched a decent age pass by, a man will sometimes still desire the world.

All he thinks while he studies pearlescent pigeons is this: I wish I knew how… I wish I knew… I ain't ever gonna, but I wish I knew how it felt – (-to be free).

You can feel that he wants to own you - not like an object but like a good dream he wants to keep having. He lets you know that you already own him.

You smell like a bar," he said. I thought, You smell like a library. But I wanted to have sex right then, so I said, "You smell like a poem.

My theory was that if you had breasts, boys wanted to have sex with you, which wasn't exactly a big compliment, since they wanted to have sex any way. Whereas if you had a beautiful face, like Julia, boys fell in love with you, which seemed to happen against their will. Then the sex that you had would be about love.

You can feel like he wants to own you,-not like an object but like a good dream he wants to keep having.

Everywhere you go, you see women more beautiful than yourself. You imagine him being attracted to them. You're drinking gasoline to stay warm.

One should not seek those who do not wish to be found.

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

I've sold my soul for freedom. It's lonely but it's sweet.

I'm saying it because there comes a time when you need to decide if what you want from life is more important than the trappings you'd forfeit for that freedom.

I think there are plenty of people out there, men and women both, who have pined over someone who is unattainable — only to have their heart broken time and again.

I miss that. I want...I need things to go back to normal.