Quotes About Desire

someone a couple of years younger than her. She wants

It doesn't matter that she shouldn't, that she never would. What matters is that she could, if she wanted.

Ease, luxury, and plenty are not shameful, but they are not happiness.

He realizes now that he could not stop her, whatever she wanted to do now. The thought is terrifying. The thought is electrifying.

One had done the thing to a boy because he asked her to: this story holds much interest for the girls. Could it be that boys like it? Is it possible they want it? Some of them have found internet forums that suggest that this is the case.

It is hard now, very hard, but the difficulty is familiar. Her body wants something, and she is denying

she knows she can control this, it's the control that gives her pleasure, at first.

The closer you are to death, the more you want to live.

You intolerable lunatic," he snarled at me, and then he caught my face between his hands and kissed me.

But the world I wanted wasn't the world I lived in, and if I would do nothing until I could repair every terrible thing at once, I would do nothing forever.

I should rather have you than a heap of gold, even if it were very comfortable to sleep on.

He darted a look at the uncovered basket behind me, saw what I was eating, and glared at me. "That's appalling," he said. "They're wonderful!" I said. "They're all coming ripe." "All the better to turn you into a tree ," he said. "I don't want to be a tree yet," I said.

Yes, it is so hard to dream and live and not to find what we want. So much has been given to us, but somehow not what we want. There is always something missing, always something we could have had, should have had. We do not understand why God denies us these things; why He is deaf to our prayers.

tantalizing possibilities. She hesitated, feeling trapped by a combination of her own desire to try everything, and a

He, the man, had seen her, touched her, and had not validated her beauty, her womanliness. He had turned away and gone to his own bed. Like Eve after the fall, her nakedness was obscene to her now.

If you want to change who you are, change what you want

I want to be someone making music/with my coming.

I once had a lover and his arms were so strong that my skull was crushed in his grip. With his bare hands he plunged between my ribs and took hold of my heart. A wafer between his fingers it dissolved. Sometimes I wake up in the dark and stand in the hall and I can feel the cold draft pass freely through my chest as though there were nothing there.

I am the kind of man who takes what he wants. I am the kind of man who fights for what he has. I am the man who fucks his wife on his dead ex-fiancée's bed, because the past can't contain me and I mold the future to my liking.

than the sheer pleasure of it, you'll ask me to fuck you until your eyes roll back in your head, until you taste colors and see sound. And for you, I will. All you have to do is ask.

I remember that on the day before you left, I told you that I wanted to change my way of life, and you asked me why I didn't resign from my company right away. This is no place for me to go into details, but I really do want another kind of life. But here, too, I seem incapable of doing anything. That I myself at times become tired of my own weakness is, I'm afraid, no consolation to you.

You can ask me for anything you like, except time

Men of great ambition have sought happiness . . . and have found fame.

Sirs, if it were not for that one red spot I would have conquered the world!!!