Quotes About Desire

When I think of my child I am seized by the desire to make good all my former powerlessness, to love as I would like to be loved: mercifully, completely, unambiguously. Her experience of this love is for the moment rather shady and unclear. I want to write it down and put it in a drawer for her, like the title deeds to something, so that she will have some proof, some inheritance, should something happen to me before I get a chance to explain it to her.

There was a great difference, I said, between the things that I wanted and the things I could apparently have, and until I had finally and forever made my peace with that fact, I had decided to want nothing at all. (pp 171)

What she couldn't stand, she said, was pretence of any kind, especially the pretence of desire, wherein someone feigned the need to possess her wholly when in fact what he wanted was to use her temporarily.

Is it male attention I want, or male authority?

I have wanted to be free my whole life... the germ of a possibility that was soon to grow and rage like a cancer through my life... on the brink of rebellion whose impossible yearnings...

I felt that I could swim for miles, out into the ocean: a desire for freedom, an impulse to move, tugged at me as though it were a thread fastened to my chest. It was an impulse I knew well, and I had learned that it was not the summons from a larger world I used to believe it to be. It was simply a desire to escape from what I had.

There was a great difference, I said, between the things I wanted and the things I could apparently have, and until I had finally and forever made my peace with that fact, I had decided to want nothing at all.

I mean, you never hear someone say they wanted to have an affair but they couldn't find the time, do you?

Talvez que o amor da morte seja como o amor por homem, e a gente só se satisfaça, só se console e se cure depois de possuída e extenuada.

I'm here because you're here. When a man loves a woman, he wants to spend time with her. Even if that means he has to put on a suit and tie. He wants to hold her tight and smell her hair.

I know. I know I've been a jerk, and I don't have a good excuse. But touching you and loving you, and knowing you were planning to leave me, made me crazy. After we made love the second time, I began to think maybe you'd decide to stay with me. I started to think about you and me waking up every day together for the rest of our lives. I even thought about kids and taking some of those breathing classes when you got pregnant. Maybe buying one of those mini-vans.

I don't think you know what you want." "Yes. I do. I want you, and being with you feels a hell of a lot better than being without you. I'm not going to fight it anymore.

Why did I ever think I would get enough of you?

We'll have sex all night. Half the morning too. And just when you think you can't take anymore, we'll go at it again.

You'll have to go get laid by a random stranger." Bo pointed to the television. "Can I wait for a commercial or do I have to git-'er-done right now?" "You can wait.

You're beautiful, Delaney, and you could have anyone you want. Why me?" She knew she wasn't beautiful, not like her mother. But the way he looked at her and touched her, and the tone of his voice when he said it made her almost believe him. He made her believe anything was possible. "Because you make me not want to say no.

You're a complication I don't need." He followed, placed his hands on each side of her head, and planted his knee between her thighs. "But you're a complication I want. One I'm going to have.

I only know that you are the breath in my lungs, the beat of my heart, the ache in my soul, and without you, I am empty.

Stay away from me, Nick." She held out a hand to hold him off. He grabbed her arm and pulled her against his chest. "I can't," he said softly.

Do you really think that I don't have anything better to do than to spend my time thinking about you? Digging up a little of the goods on Luc Martineau?" Fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes and he laughed. "Sweetheart, there is nothing little about Luc's goods.

What can I give you? I get a handsome guy who does look good in the morning, and I get a great ring. What do you get?" "The only thing I've ever wanted." He held her tight and smiled. "I get you, wild thing.

Exactly what am I supposed to care about? That we were just getting to the fun stuff? That my hand was on your breasts, and your hands were all over my chest, and both of us were having a good time? Damn right I care about that. I wasn't finished. But don't expect me to care that a little old lady looked in the window and watched. Why should I care what people are going to say about that? People have talked about me since the day I was born. I stopped caring a long time ago.

I want to make love to you, and if you don't stop me now, that's exactly what's going to happen.

As a kid, he would have given just about anything to touch a naked Barbie, but he'd never been lucky enough to get within ogling distance. Now that he was afforded a good look at her, he discovered she had a scrawny ass and her knees made weird crunching sounds.