Quotes About Desire

Do you know what it's like to like someone so much you can't stand it and know that they'll never feel the same way? Probably not. People like you don't have to suffer through those kind of things.

When he backed away, his pupils were huge and unfocused. He blinked, and then he cleared his throat. "Belly," he said, and his voice was foggy. He didn't say anything else, just my name. "Do you still--" Care. Think about me. Want me. Roughly, he said, "Yes. Yes, I still." And then we were kissing again.

I didn't dare look at Conrad. I was afraid my love for him and my need for him to say yes would be written on my face like a poem.

for belly, conrad is the sun. and when the sun comes out, the stars disappear.

When she leaned forward to mess with the AC vents, her hair brushed against my leg and it was really soft. It made remember all over again. It made it hard to stay pissed and keep her at arm's length the way I'd planned. It was pretty near damn impossible. When I was near her, I just wanted to grab her and hold her and kiss the shit out of her. Maybe then she'd forget about my asshole of a brother.

I could survive for months, years, on a crush.

I want it all, and to have it all, you have to risk it all.

I don't want to.. you know, fall for you any worse than I already have.

His eyes were these bleak and empty abysses, like sockets. There was nothing there. The boy I thought I knew so well was gone. He looked so lost sitting there. I felt that old lurch, that gravitational pull, that desire to inhabit him—like wherever he was in this world, I would know where to find him, and I would do it. I would find him and take him home. I would take care of him, just like Susannah wanted.

At first it was scary, but then I liked it too. Part of me wants to just stay next to you forever. I could easily do that. I could love you forever.

Smirky mouths make you want to kiss them, to smooth them out and kiss the smirkiness away.

It doesn't become important until you don't have it anymore.

This is the moment I realize I don't love him, that I haven't for a while. That maybe I never did. Because he's right there for the taking: I could kiss him again; I could make him mine. But I don't want him. I want someone else.

It doesn't matter if I like him or not, because he doesn't like me back.

I clap my hands in delight. Is there anything more intoxicating than making a boy bend to your will?

It feels strange to have spent so much time wishing for something, for someone, and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.

I'm standing there in the open door and the thought flies in my head, so quick, so unexpected, I can't stop myself from thinking it: If you were mine, I would never have broken up with you, not in a million years.

I like you so much I don't know what to do with it. My heart beats so fast when I know I'm going to see you again.

So what would you have asked for if you won?" He doesn't hesitate even one beat. "Your peanut butter chocolate cake with my name written in Reese's Pieces.

I could survive for months, years, on a crush. It was like food. It could sustain me.

I wish we could see Hamilton.

He deserves background music, he looks so good.

She always picked love; she always picked adventure. To her, they were one and the same.

I always wanted a dog with a bangs