Quotes About Desire

I like him in sweaters. I get the urge to cuddle and pet him like a stuffed animal.

The old pull, the tide drawing me back in. I kept getting caught in this current—first love, I mean. First love kept making me come back to this, to him. He still took my breath away, just being near him. I had been lying to myself the night before, thinking I was free, thinking I had let him go. It didn't matter what he said or did, I'd never let him go. I

I want to say yes, but I don't want to be with a boy whose heart belongs to somebody else. Just once, I want to be somebody's first choice.

So, how does he kiss?" I'm blushing. I tap my fingers on my lips before I say, "He kisses like ... like it could be his job.

You treated her like garbage and now you decide you want her back.

En este momento me doy cuenta que no lo amo, que no lo he hecho por un tiempo. Que tal vez nunca lo hice. Porque él está ahí y es mío si lo quiero, lo podría besar otra vez, podría hacerlo mío. Pero no lo quiero. Quiero a alguien más. Se siente raro haber gastado tanto tiempo deseando algo, a alguien, y luego un día, de repente, solo se detiene.

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?

In the whole history of my letters, of my liking boys, not once has a boy liked me back at the same time as I liked him. It was always me alone, longing after a boy, and that was fine, that was safe

Shit!" he yells. "I hate that I can't protect you from this.

The only person I wanted was Susannah. She was the only one.

I'd nursed a crush on Conrad for whole school years. I could survive for months, years, on a crush. It was like food. It could sustain me. If Conrad was mine, there was no way I'd break up with him over a summer-or a school year, for that matter.

I wished for Conrad on every birthday, every shooting star, every lost eyelash, every penny in a fountain was dedicated to the one I loved...

It's kind of silly to feel so disappointed about something you only just realized you wanted.

But it feels like everything all around me is shifting in ways I didn't expect, when all I want is for things to stand still.

Once I asked her why she didn't like nuts on her sundae, and she said she did like them, but I loved them. And she loved me.

Longing is its own kind of perverse delight.

Jag ville inte att min kärlek en dag skulle slockna som en fallande stjärna. Jag ville att den skulle brinna för alltid.

The thrill of a boy putting his hands on you for the first time.

But still I hope, because I can't help but hope.

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

You're in love with love

All I knew was, I wanted her to look at me like that. After that day, I was done for. I liked her, as more than a friend. I maybe even loved her. There have been other girls. But they weren't her.

He kissed like he was drowning and I was air. It was passionate, and desperate, and like nothing I had ever experienced before. This

God, why do I have to be a person who yearns so much?