Quotes About Desire

At the outset of my protracted fast, deprivation sent me constantly to my imaginary larder. I was gluttonous.

We have war when at least one of the parties to a conflict wants something more than it wants peace.

We have war when at least one of the partes to a conflict wants something more than it wants peace.

Sometimes Robert believed one thing and sometimes the other, and he wondered if that was true of all those who loved too much and in vain.

However it is debased or misinterpreted, love is a redemptive feature. To focus on one individual so that their desires become superior to yours is a very cleansing experience.

While I can't have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I'd take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I'd wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say 'Will you…' my answer is 'Yes', before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.

What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don't want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don't want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.

Perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. Only a drama will do and while the fireworks last the sky is a different colour.

Desire baffles knowledge and power.

You know that old saying. Once you go dead, no one's better in bed.

Aside from the obvious, Francesca, what do you want in return for supplying information?" Bones asked, getting back to the subject. You to take me," she replied at once. Not gonna happen!" I spat, squeezing him possessively. Three sets of widened eyes fixed on me. That's when I realized that what I had a firm grip on was no longer his hand.

He f**ks even better than he looks", I settled on saying. Several heads turned. I didn't care; I was pissed. And that beautiful face is going to be clamped between my legs as soon as we get home, don't you worry.

Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?

Politics is just love, sex, food, clothes, money, and correct society in a different form.

Despite everything, he likes being alive. Lydia doesn't know whether that's true for herself. For mothers, the question is immaterial anyway. Her survival is a matter of instinct rather than desire.

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.

she would staple him to her, sew him into her skin, affix her body permanently to his now, if she could. She'd grow her hair into his scalp, would become his conjoined twin-mother. She would forgo a private thought in her head for the rest of her life, if she could keep him safe.

For mothers, the question is immaterial anyway. Her survival is a matter of instinct rather than desire.

He's like a small, human bellows, and she a fire that's dimmed to embers.

He knows stability is the key, and he wants peace.

it wasn't the body but the way he animated it that had thrilled her.

The thirst after happiness is never extinguished in the heart of man.

Give us this day our television, and an automobile, but deliver us from freedom.

Descoperea aceast? sl?biciune, îi era ciud? pe ea îns??i, dar nu p?rea s?-i reziste. Dragostea se hr?nea aÈ™adar din aceste himere, sentimentul acesta putea fi atât de impur? Uneori avea impresia c? era o juc?rie, juc?ria iluziilor ei sau juc?ria acelei fete care alterna tristeÈ›ea cu batjocura, cinismul cu naivitatea.