Quotes About Desire

Some nights I would try to close the distance and make love to Jock.

then, hardly daring to breathe, lowered myself onto him. But it was too late. Before I had even begun to move, he softened inside me. I tried to kiss him, but he wouldn't meet my eyes.

I'm almost dizzy listening to him. A big part of me would give anything to finally put away Jenny's murderer, for all the same reasons Will has, plus my own. But he means the others, too, a massive undertaking by anyone's standards.

All I knew of men beyond farm life and work were the warm, confusing thoughts I sometimes had late at night now, about being touched or taken, thoughts that could make my cheeks hot even when I was alone in my hut.

After a year of fumbling and embarrassing encounters with Jock, I was finally learning what sex was, and that I liked it. Boy would come into my cottage at night and wake me by roughly pressing against me, his hands everywhere before I was fully conscious.

Beautiful women would sing his name,

It's freedom you want, then." "Good God, yes. Don't you?" "I don't know. I want to be happy I suppose." "Happiness is so awfully complicated, but freedom isn't. You're either tied down or you're not.

I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her." What

We had both tried for the sun, and had fallen, lurching to earth again, tasting melted wax and sorrow. Denys wasn't hers, or mine.

I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.

I couldn't understand why Frank would want to spend time with this crowd. They were bored, naughty children with highballs and morphine and sex for their toys. People were toys, too.

Why we couldn't stop drinking or talking or kissing the wrong people no matter what it ruined.

He'd left me for a time. He'd doubted me, but now he was mine again and I wanted to keep him here in a tangle of limbs and bedsheets until I'd quieted every last voice and we were only right again.

though I leaned against him and tried to meet the kiss and to take it in, I couldn't quite feel it. I couldn't feel us. —

Pe atunci, ziceam c? Parisul e minunea minunilor, ?i a?a ?i era. La urma urmei, noi l-am inventat. Noi l-am creat, cu dorurile noastre, cu ?ig?rile ?i romul St. James; l-am pl?smuit din fum ?i conversa?ii de?tepte, crude, ?i vai de cei care ar fi spus c? nu e al nostru. Împreun? am f?cut tot, apoi l-am desf?cut iar în buc??i.

to stitch my name on the sky

He pulled me into the room and way lay on the featherbed and made love. And I was reminded of what was best about us. How very easy and natural we could be as bodies, with no sharp angles or missteps and no need for talking. How in bed, as nowhere else, he was my favorite animal and I was his.

I hoped that poor soul in the rowboat had found his way to shore. But not everyone out in a storm wants to be saved.

How anyone with a hole inside them will search on and on, sometimes all their lives, for ways to fill it.

I wanted him back in a howling way. I needed to make things right, to forgive and be forgiven, which amounted to the same impossible thing.

It sounds like caveman stuff to me. If he keeps you in animal skins, tending the cook fire, no other man will see you, let alone want you.

These hands hold nothing. They love most what is wild. They invite no pity

I am a cold hearted, ruthless bastard who sees what he wants and takes it. Is that not so?" He stepped closer to her, too close. His voice, no longer tender, was like the growl of a hungry wolf. "You think I don't want you." He ran his fingers over the pulse beat of her throat..."But I do.

If I had known how good cooked meat tastes, I would have breathed my fire on all those pigs before I ate them.