Quotes About Desire

Forbidden fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks ; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks !

T was such a greedy, greedy wave That licked it from the coast;

The heaven we chase

When the Best is gone - I know that other things are not of consequence - The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care.

Il troppo mi urta - è così insolito. Mi sentivo a disagio, spaesata - come una bacca di fratta montana trapiantata sulla strada. E non avevo fame. Allora capii che la fame è un istinto di chi guarda le vetrine dal di fuori. L'entrare, la disperde.

To own a Susan of my own Is of itself a Bliss — Whatever realm I forfeit, Lord, Continue me in this!

HOPE is a subtle glutton; He feeds upon the fair; And yet, inspected closely, What abstinence is there!

Brewed from decades of agony! To think just how the fire will burn, Just how long-cheated eyes will turn

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.

I looked in windows, for the wealth I could not hope to own.

Do I repine, is it all murmuring, or am I sad and lone, and cannot, cannot help it? Sometimes when I do feel so, I think it may be wrong, and that God will punish me by taking you away; for he is very kind to let me write to you, and to give me your sweet letters, but my heart wants more.

Ma Rivière coule vers Toi - Mer bleue - Veux-tu m'accueillir ? Ma Rivière attend une réponse. Ô Mer - montre-toi bienveillante ! J'irai te chercher des Ruisseaux Dans des vallons diaprés - Allez Mer - tu me prends ?

Who never wanted, ? maddest joy Remains to him unknown ; The banquet of abstemiousness Surpasses that of wine. Within its hope, though yet ungrasped Desire's perfect goal, No nearer, lest reality Should disenthrall thy soul.

it's funny how you can't exactly pick your crush. well, you can, but once it get hold of you, it's hard to shake off.

it occured to her that kissing and being kissed were two different things. and being kissed by someone you've really wanted to is something else again.

maybe one of the reasons i don't express myself as well as i want to is because inside, shoved way down into an unseen pit, i'm not sure of what i want.

she thinks about lying in here with alex, of the tangle of arms and rope, or lips.

It's like Brad Pitt for us. You might not like blond men with pretty features, but c'mon, it's Brad. You're not going to kick him out of bed for eating crackers.

I do not expect to get what I want, so I don't. And I don't even try.

After all, I think, isn't it always about a boy?

The mind-blowing, ridiculous sex which was the stuff of both poetry and porn - so unlike anything else I had ever experienced before.

The worst thing about this particular end (of my youth) and the beginning (of middle age) is that for the first time in my life, I realize I don't know where I'm going. My wants are simple: a job that I like and a guy whom I love. And on the eve of my thirteth, I must face that I am 0 for 2.

The person who wants out of the relationship always gets her way.

Sure, we were friends who exchanged soulful glances, friends who slept in a bed filled with sexual tension, friends who found any excuse to touch, but I worried that we'd never take that perilous leap of faith toward becoming a real couple, a permanent team.