Quotes About Desire

I am sick of love, I want power. I have had enough of being Romeo. I want to be Mercutio. Solimano (Romeo) - to Jennifer

You want sensitive and understanding, stick with the therapist.You want great, headbanging sex, get off the fucking phone and come with me.

Happiness was useless to me. It was heartache that filled my purse. What happy man has need of Shakespeare?

The feeling that you want to own someone body and soul, spirit them away from everyone else, have them all to yourself forever and ever and ever," Hugo said dreamily. "It's called love." "No, it's called kidnapping," said Tavi.

I need a boy who thinks with his big head, not his little one. Since they do not exist, I have fashioned my own.

Had you but seen it, I promise you, your high-minded principles would have melted like candle wax. Never would you have wished such beauty away.

Never take what's offered, always ask for more.

The rain comes down harder as I write. It sheets off the roof in torrents. I wish it would pound against me. Pound the life from my body. The flesh from my bones. The pain from my heart.

The guitar's still around me. I slip it off and put it down. I want to feel him. To feel his breath on my neck. The warmth of his skin. To feel something other than sadness. Hold me, I tell him silently. Hold me here. To this place. This life. Make me want you. Want this. Want something. Please

Call a girl pretty once, and all she wants, forevermore, is to hear it again.

He pressed himself into me and kissed my neck, and it was as if everything strong and solid inside me, heart and bones and muscle and gut, softened and melted from the heat of him.

I did not want His cold love. I wanted human love—clasping, selfish, and hot. I wanted to smell the rank sweat of the men… I wanted love—reeking, drunken, hungry love.

Sometimes it's easier to say that you hate what you can't have rather than admit how badly you want it.

It was more than a book, more than a story. It was like nothing she'd ever known. And everything she'd ever wanted.

But eating was the last thing on my mind. And I didn't see how Miss Wilcox could eat, or teach, or sleep or ever find any reason to leave this room. Not with all these books in it, just begging to be read.

He was a flame and she'd gotten burned, and the pain was terrible, yet it didn't make the fire any less alluring.

His arms around her felt like nothing she'd ever known and everything she'd ever wanted.

What happy man has need of Shakespeare?

Ambition and poverty are powerful motivators...

Have you ever tried to stop her from doing something she wants to do?' Desiderio asked. Mahdi sighed. 'Yeah, actually, I have,' he said. 'No further explanation needed.

A powerful king has taken my heart, she thought. But a penniless boy has stolen it.

I am my head and my heart, all that I know, all that I love, everything I hope for. I am the blue waters of the Rhine, sparkling in the sun.

As she worked, she worried about empty wagons and empty bellies. She needn't have, though. The stomach is easily satisfied. It's the hunger in our hearts that kills us.

In the end, at least, I got what I wanted - a stage to stand on, an audience to applaud. For all of Paris watches me now. They talk of nothing else. In the Assembly, in the coffeehouses, in the laundries and factories and market stalls, they talk of the fireworks. The broadsheets are full of my doings, every one. No player has ever managed that, not even the great Talma himself. But there is only one in the audience I care about now. Only one.