Quotes About Desire

When we kiss my heart's on fire, burning with a strange desire. And I know that every time I kiss you, that your heart's on fire, too.

The closer you are, the brighter the flames in my heart.

Romantic love is not an emotion. ... It's a drive. It comes from the motor of the mind, the wanting part of the mind, the craving part of the mind.

Romantic love is an addiction: a perfectly wonderful addiction when it's going well, and a perfectly horrible addiction when it's going poorly.

You may have married her, but she is mine. Do you think I shall let you take her? She may be ten times your wife, but, by God, you shall never have her.

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.

Only unfulfilled love can be romantic

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.

I will go to the garden. I will be a romantic. I will sell myself in hell, in heaven also I will be.

I am not a perfectionist, but still I seek perfection. I am not a great romantic, but yet I yearn 4 affection

The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

The curse of the romantic is a greed for dreams, an intensity of expectation that, in the end, diminishes the reality.

The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.

Love breaks your heart, love takes no less than everything. Love makes it hard, and it fades away so easily.

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

Justice is the loveliest and health is the best. but the sweetest to obtain is the heart's desire.

The price of love is only love, ... one must love if one desires to be loved.

The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.

It is better to have a prosaic husband and to take a romantic lover.

Let's love, press your lips to mine. Let's kiss, for that thrill divine.

Romantic love is mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one.

We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.

Love has no errors, for all errors are the want for love.

In her beauty rests (both) my death and my life.