Quotes About Desire

I kissed him until I couldn't breathe, and then I kissed him a little more, until I had to pull back, gasping. "I have got to die more often," he said. And he grinned, that incredible blaze of a grin that made me kiss him again.

This is the dilemma, the contradiction we cannot resolve. We do not want to be them. Yet we are fascinated by them, because every detail tugs at a buried memory.

I eased forward and leaned up to his ear. "Is this what you wanted?" He chuckled. "Mmm, I'd better not answer that." His gaze traveled down me, then zipped back to my face. "Sorry." "Focus, Rafe." "I am. Just on the wrong thing.

So did I hear right?" he said. "Race to the top? Winner gets a kiss?" "Maya's done seven climbs in a row," Daniel said. "You can race me." "But I don't want to kiss you.

When I inched closer, not wanting to intrude, he tugged me in front of him and I stumbled, half falling onto his lap. I tried to scramble up, cheeks burning, but he pulled me down onto his knee, one arm going around my waist, tentative, as if to say Is this okay? It was, even if my blood pounded in my ears so hard I couldn't think.

Now, after three days in the forest, that human part of me was sick of trees and streams and forest paths. It wanted a sofa and a TV and a shower. God, it really wanted a shower.

I ran my tongue along the top of his underwear, letting it slide underneath. Then i shifted my body forward, lips moving back up his chest, until i was straddling him again.

Our lips brushed. Then his eyes snapped open and he pulled back fast. I jerked away. "Right. Bad idea. We--" "No." He pointed. "That." I twisted to see a wall of smoke heading straight for us.

His lips pressed against mine, then parted. And he kissed me. Really kissed me—arms tightening around me, mouth moving against mine, firm, like he'd made up his mind that this was what he wanted and he wasn't backing down again.

This was what I wanted. This guy. This life. This me. I was never getting my old life back, and I didn't care. I was happy. I was safe. I was right where I wanted to be.

If you look closely enough, every decision has its roots in what a person wants. Scratch the surface, and you'll find a reason behind every action.

The loved one suffers. All loved ones suffer. Love is not enough to prevent this. Love is not enough. Love is enough. The thing that you wished for. Was this it? Here endeth the lesson.

I know," the Devil says. He whines. "But I still want it. I want things. That's my job. I even want the things that I already have. I want everything you have. I want the things that don't exist. That's why I'm the Devil.

Imaginary houses are sexy. Real ones are work.

I'm just borrowing him––I don't want him to leave his wife. I'm glad he's married. Let someone else take care of him. It's the way he smells––the way married men smell. I can smell when a happily married man comes into a room, and they can smell me too, I think. So can the wives––that's why he has to take a shower when he leaves me.

She'll take what she can get and be happy about it, because love isn't about convenience and frozen yogurt and real life. That isn't what love is about.

What Batu thought Eric should say to Charley, if he really liked her: Come live with me. Come live at the All-Night. What Eric thought about saying to Charley: If you're going away, take me with you. I'm about to be twenty years old, and I've never been to college. I sleep days in a storage closet, wearing someone else's pajamas. I've worked retail jobs since I was sixteen. I know people are hateful. If you need to bite someone, you can bite me.

The boy is loved. The loved one suffers. All loved ones suffer. Love is not enough. Love is enough. The thing that you wished for. Was this it?

Dragons eat the things that they're curious about.

I am capable of running my own life. I don't need you...I just want you.

He missed two people: a) the girl she was; b) the person she'd made him feel he might have been. A deep sigh escaped him.

Expect nothing, and by Christ, you're entitled to even less.

I could fall for you in a heartbeat

It was an odd thing to do, to stand in a street in the hope of seeing someone who hardly knew him, but he did not want to move.