Quotes About Desire

Then he asks if he can kiss me. It is a question I don't usually like. Just do it, I always think.

Don't you wish we could pick the people we love? Yeah, I say. Or just make the people we love want the same things we want.

In short, I have no real faith in my own happiness. And then there is Darcy. She is a woman who believes that things should fall into her lap, and consequently, they do. They always have. She wins because ehse expects to win. I do not expect to get what I want, so I don't. And I don't even try.

you'd do anything to get a soul mate back, right?… I mean, that's the nature of soul mates.

did I ever stop loving him the way you're supposed to stop loving everyone but the one you're with?

I don't love him, period. I didn't love him before this. I cared about him. And I wanted to love him. Maybe I could have grown to love him. But those feelings just weren't there. I liked the idea of him. It was exciting. He was exciting. Too exciting.

knowing that I would belong to him for as long as he wanted to keep me. And, as it turned out, even longer than that.

If she liked him so darn much, she should have done something about it. Taken some real action.

I close my eyes, inhale, and feel a rush of heat and energy that takes my breath away. It is the feeling of wanting something so much that it borders on an actual need, and the power and urgency of this need overwhelms me.

You were only in love with the idea of love. And now you are in love with the idea of a broken heart…

desperately wanting to define what's in the air between us but unwilling to make the first move

I've chased you in my dreams for a long time now

I desperately want to feel that way again. To be in a relationship that I'm not trying to script or water down. It's about wanting something real—even if it's messy and complicated.

Why is it that the nicest things never are healthy?

Nacemos solos en nuestra cabeza; vivimos solos allí; morimos solos. Los secretos, pues, a la tumba. Por un momento sentí deseos desesperados de no estar a solas...

Have you seen it...Singin' in the rain, have you seen it? ...His answer was all in his face, scornful and baffled at once. Money makes me ask stupid questions. He wanted it, of course, because someone else didn't have it. Debbie Reynolds dies in the end, I told him.

Happiness, in the land of Deals, is measured on a sliding scale. What makes you happy? A long white silent car with smoked-glass windows, with a chauffeur and a stocked bar and two beautiful objects of desire in the back seat? An apartment in a nice part of town? A kinder lover? A place to stand that's out of the wind? A brief cessation of pain? It depends on what you have at the moment I ask that question, and what you don't have. Wait a little, just a little. The scale will slide again.

I was beautiful, or so my father told me. My oval mirror showed me a face with nothing written on it. I had suitors aplenty but wanted none of them: their doggish devotion seemed too easily won. I had an appetite for magic, even then. I wanted something improbably and perfect as a red rose just opening.

Well, they don't make their music just to pass the time," says Jenny, grinning. "Got to want something to sing about it, no?

It was like wanting ice cream instead of meat loaf, and being told that children in refugee camps would be grateful for the meat loaf. Yes, of course she had nothing to complain about, compared to so many people, but when had that ever stopped anyone from complaining? Happiness was a balloon that always hovered just out of arm's reach.

Nie mo?esz pozwoli? by fakt, ?e kto? chce twojej ?mierci, uniemo?liwi? ci wypicie twojej herbaty.

Ma's in Room still, I want her here so much much much.

In the days when wishing was having, I got what I wished and then I wish I hadn't.

Ambition was an itch in Mary's show, a maggot in her guts.