Quotes About Desire

The wolf wanted to bed her and claim her as his own. Being of a more cautious nature than his wolf, he would wait until he knew her a little better before deciding to court her.

Forbidden fruit is the sweetest, Warren, my darling.

I'd have thought that persuading people to do what they wanted to do would have been easier.

When I am with you, my control is shot. I think that's what you've been feeling.

The hardest memory of slavery that Rialla had to bear was not the lack of freedom; it was the lack of desiring freedom.

but he wanted what Adam had, Jesse as much as me, I thought—a family:

I won't lie to you about how I feel. The thought of having children who won't die before they are born is powerful. But you should know that the wolf in me doesn't care about such things. He only wants you.

She, human and wolf both, craved him like a junkie just as she craved all the things he seemed to promise: safety, love, hope - a place to belong.

Mine," he said. Adam's eyes narrowed. "I don't think so. She is mine." It would have been flattering, I thought, except that at least one of them was talking about dinner and I wasn't certain about the other.

Sometimes I have the urge to conquer large parts of Europe.

I do think it is unfair. People in novels are fainting all the time, and I never can, no matter how badly I need to.

he turned my hand over again and brushed a kiss across my knuckles. I experienced a nearly overpowering desire to hit him in the eye.

So, get still and listen to the soul. What do you want?

It was really hard too, because I always had a lot of feeling. You know, when I was little I used to pray to God that I'd grow up fast so I wouldn't feel anymore

The central character is an incomplete package of yearning that takes the length of the novel to complete. Completion, though, is not to be confused with perfection.

I feel I stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and you are raining down upon me.

Anticipation! It occurred to him that his anticipation was more pleasant to him than the experiencing.

It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell.

But there was not a moment when she did not see Carol in her mind, and all she saw, she seemed to see through Carol. That evening, the dark flat streets of New York, the tomorrow of work, the milk bottle dropped and broken in her sink, became unimportant. She flung herself on her bed and drew a line with a pencil on a piece of paper. And another line, carefully, and another. A world was born around her, like a bright forest with a million shimmering leaves.

Was it love or wasn't it that she felt for Carol? And how absurd it was that she didn't even know. She had heard about girls falling in love, and she knew what kind of people they were and what they looked like. Neither she nor Carol looked like that. Yet the way she felt about Carol passed all the tests for love and fitted all the descriptions.

I think people often try to find through sex things that are much easier to find in other ways.

She thought of people she had seen holding hands in movies, and why shouldn't she and Carol?

But when they kissed goodnight in bed, Therese felt their sudden release, that leap of response in both of them, as if their bodies were of some materials which put together inevitably created desire.

I'm going to town tomorrow," said Papa, carrying plates to the house. "Who needs something wonderful?" Papa looked at me. "Want to come, Cassie? Buy something perfect?" Mama smiled. "I'll have a new horse, if you don't mind," said Matthew. "You could get me a buggy," said Maggie. "With a leather top." "I'll have another piece of cake," said Grandfather, making everyone laugh.