Quotes About Desire

Anyway, she sings like a mad tropical bird, and it's just a fondue of molten wanting and grieving and the sadness of the large naked swinging breasts and soft olive skin and everything that you wish you could remember and feel and know.

But do I really want my vagina to heal over through lack of use either?

To want your child to remain innocent whilst toughening up enough to survive This Life is entirely contradictory, but, as far as I can tell, an almost-universal parental desire. It

Being happy, it seems to me, requires wanting what you have, whereas being unhappy requires wanting something different.

It's not that she aimed high and failed, she never expected

I have loved you in every manner that my imagination could contrive. I have wanted you so deeply that my body sang with pain and pleasure. You have been my obsession, my passion, my philosophers' stone of fantasy. You are my desire, my longing, my spirit. I love you unconditionally. - Sabine Strohem

She who licks her lips knows the taste of her lover's desires

I never loved anyone else and never desired to. She was my companion, my lover, and my teacher.

From our few days together, I have only one regret. Why did I not love you harder, stronger? If I could have you Love, now, I'd hold you so closely that our particles would absorb into one another. - Isabella de Reims

she hurriedly wipes her eyes so that he can see the girl he wishes.

Sensual images of you are forever tangoing through my brain--maybe I can begin solidify them. At least they would be mine! - Matthew Sedon

he wanted so much, but asked for nothing. Just pretended he was respectable. Pretended as if he was never gripped by animalistic savagery

Wanting everything is the thing that eventually tears you apart.

Que el mundo sepa que he muerto de amor».

Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee Till the flesh drops from your bones For the girl you have in that merry green land Can wait forever for you to come home. And the wind did howl... and the wind did moan...

The butcher bird makes its noise And asks you to agree With its brutal nesting habits And its pointless savagery Now, the nightingale sings to you And raises up the ante I put one hand on your round ripe heart And the other down your panties

We sit at the gate and scratch, the gaunt fruit of passion.

I'm a bad motherfucker, don't you know--and I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get to one fat boy's asshole," said Stagger Lee.

the pulsing phallus move down his stomach

And I wish that I was made of stone So that I would not have to see A beauty impossible to define A beauty impossible to believe A beauty impossible to endure The blood imparted in little sips The smell of you still on my hands As I bring the cup up to my lips No God up in the sky No devil beneath the sea Could do the job that you did, baby Of bringing me to my knees

Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built Out of longing great wonders have been willed

Get down, get down, little Henry Lee And stay all night with me You won't find a girl in this damn world That will compare with me And the wind did howl and the wind did blow La la la la la La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee...

Maybe she really likes guys who like hamburgers.

She did move. Because she wanted to win. She wanted wealth and glory and whatever else it was that made people think that participating in this monstrosity that called itself the Game of Death would be somehow worth it. Celebrity, maybe. That seemed important to a lot of people, Rechs had noticed. As if it made everything—all things—better. Or right. She pulled hard on the trigger as she