Quotes About Desire

The boy's no good. The boy is just no good. / but he takes you in his arms and pushes your flesh around to see if you could ever be ugly to him.

and you play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.

But damn if there isn't anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.

I'm sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

Personally, I'm a mess of conflicting impulses—I'm independent and greedy and I also want to belong and share and be a part of the whole.

You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.

You want a better story. Who wouldn't?

You could love this boy with all your heart.

Do you want it? Do you want anything I have? Will you throw me to the ground like you mean it, reach inside and wrestle it out with your bare hands? If you love me, Henry, you don't love me in a way I understand.

Lie down on the bed, you're all I ever wanted and worth dying for too... but I think I'd rather keep the bullet.

I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me, and I have to search my body for the scars, thinking Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in?

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless and he was running out of lullabies

You were drinking sangria and I was throwing oranges at you, but it didn't matter. I said my arms are very long and your head's on fire. I said kiss me here and here and here and you did.

Kissing degenerates into biting.

They want you to love the whole damn world but you won't

And the part where I push you flush against the wall and every part of your body rubs against the bricks, shut up I'm getting to it.

They want to stop but they can't stop. They don't know what they're doing.

You want it to mean something. Sad pink cakes. Five strange blue things. You want to have it glued together.

You said I could have anything I wanted, but I just couldn't say it out loud. Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It's like a religion. It's terrifying. No one will ever want to sleep with you.

The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I'm alive

He had green eyes, so I wanted to sleep with him—

I'll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger. Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there?

here we are at the place where I get to beg for it where I get to say Please, for just one night, will you lay down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up? or will I say Roll over and let me fuck you till you puke, Henry, you owe me this much, you can indulge me this at least, can't you? but we both know how it goes. I say I want you inside me and you hold my head underwater, I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife.