Quotes About Desire

Greed and peace preclude each other.

Dig in the pope's pocket for the bullet, the brown glass vial with the magic top. Snort. Taste chemicals running down the back of your throat. Snort again.

What kind of a kiss was that anyway? It was the kind that sucked your soul out of your body. Hey, she wanted to call out to the man who'd just left. You forgot to give my soul back.

Mike took a deep breath and locked all his muscles in place, so he didn't follow her. His fingers tingled where he had touched her skin, it was so soft, he'd never felt anything as soft.

Emma felt a compulsion to run her hands through it. To step into his arms and never leave. Desire shot to her knickers and an aching throb began between her thighs Shit, I didn't come here for this.

Emma couldn't look away from Mike's eyes, they seemed to glow for a second, but there was something she couldn't place. She found herself leaning closer and her gaze dropped to his lips, she was so close she could feel his breath on her face. Her mind was telling her to pull back, but her hormones were urging her on.

Odd, the years it took to learn one simple fact that the prize just ahead, the next job, publication, love affair, marriage always seemed to hold the key to satisfaction but never, in the longer run, sufficed.

A literary academic can no more pass a bookstore than an alcoholic can pass a bar.

He dreamed of becoming a fully illustrated man.

Worrying is praying for things you don't want to happen

also, i wanted to kiss you, said lola. come here, said emmett.

I wanted to be his life preserver, the thing that would keep him afloat. Instead, he became my anchor. And I'm tired of drowning.

What do you do when the one person you want comfort from the most is the one who caused your pain? How can I want so desperately for him to wrap me up in his arms but also want so much for him to leave me alone.

In this instance, however, the answer was quite straightforward: "Men want women beautiful, romantic... birds of paradise instead of hurrying brown hens," said Bazaar in October 1945. As families were reestablished, there was a move toward a celebratory fashion of fecundity, with closer-fitting waists and rounder hips.

What a gift! To control the uncontrollable. To be loved. To own love. To own a love.

I could only see you. I only wanted to be with you. But marriage is never just two people, is it? It's so much more.

Bea did not want a new mother. She'd hardly even seen the one she once had, except for glimpses out the window when her mother was climbing into a carriage to go off to a party. She'd been as beautiful as an angel, all sparkling and laughing in her lovely gowns, but not much use.

Mutual interests and mutual passion were all very well as far as they went, he thought, but they were no longer enough. He needed more from Prudence. He wanted her to love him. The extent of his need for her love made him uneasy, but he could no longer deny it.

Now, what could be more important than a frivolous romance?

The desire for revenge is an acid that destroys everything it touches.

I have often sat in that chair behind my desk and wondered how you would look lying naked here on this sofa. It was a form of self-inflicted torture." "Good heavens

Idly he toyed with the notion of ripping Leybrook's head off his shoulders. It would be a very pleasant, extremely satisfying project, but Virginia would probably not approve.

Well, it's very easy for me to gain weight, but even though I tried not eating for a week when I was really young, I couldn't do it any longer because I liked my food too much.

Not to Houston, anyway. It was hotter than hell in Houston, just like in New Orleans. If I move anywhere, it'll be to someplace with snow, she thought wistfully as sweat trickled down her back.