Quotes About Desire

If you were a man, I'd have your baby, gangster or no.

I really like you better aimless and lost among people, a little crazy, oddball, not looking like yourself. So that I don't know you at all and the nearer I get to you the more you separate yourself from me-- I get dizzy trying to follow you and I have to work really hard-- and that's what I want!

Do you hate me so much? no, I cant hate you. I wish I could, but I cant

Thats the trouble. all i wanted was a tumble in the hay. oh, boy, i said. ill bet that cute thing is fun and games. what he doesn't know about the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees, i can sure teach him

the little death. What would or could be left of a human being after such an experience?

The hippies wanted peace and love. We wanted Ferraris, blondes and switchblades.

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins) I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in) I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison

A person of her class. A person whose habits and manners stamped out the development of desire and predilection.

Anywhere But Here,

The body always wants to live. The spirit is less certain, more susceptible to the heart.

Agnes eyed the plums in the fruit bowl. They were hard as stone, merely decorative this early in the summer. But the color, purple and red, with a yellow pulse beneath the skin, made her mouth water. She felt a pang of sympathy for William Carlos Williams and his swiped plum.

It's just me throwing myself at you, romance as usual, us times us, not lust but moxibustion, a substance burning close to the body as possible without risk of immolation.

The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.

Do you ever just put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that's what love is like; everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but for some reason you just keep going.

Be careful what you wish for. I know that for a fact. Wishes are brutal, unforgiving things. They burn your tongue the moment they're spoken and you can never take them back.

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.

Here is the riddle of love: Everything it gives to you, it takes away.

How sick one gets of being 'good ' how much I should respect myself if I could burst out and make everyone wretched for twenty-four hours embody selfishness.

He never wanted to be away from her. She had the spark of life.

If I decided to send this to you, where would I send it? When I think of writing the whole address on the envelope I am paralyzed. It's too painful to think of you in the same place with your life going on in the same way, minus me. And to think of you not there, you somewhere else but I don't know where that is, is worse.

I confess I meant to grow wings and lose my mind. I confess that I've forgotten what for.

I wanted him to love me, but then that wasn't enough.

Come apart in my mouth.

I seem to love you, though I never see you.