Quotes About Desire

Is there anything more intoxicating than making a boy bend to your will?

Parece una tontería estar tan decepcionada por algo que sólo acabas de darte cuenta de que querías, ¿no? • capítulo 49, pág. 277

I know now that I don't want to love or be loved in half measures. I want it all, and to have it all, you have to risk it all

and I'm already longing for him the way I long for Christmas in July.

I'm talking about the mission. You have to get Conrad to want you back, and then you have to rebuff him. Brutally.

They made me wish I had someone to whisper to in the backseat.

was afraid my love for him and my need for him to say yes would be written on my face like a poem.

How did I tell him that there was a piece saved for him, too?

I want to see his name all fancy in calligraphy.

Porque la verdad era que cuando miraba a Conrad lo único que sentía era un anhelo que nunca desaparecía. El mismo de siempre.

Conrad was the older one, by a year and a half. He was dark, dark, dark. Completely unattainable, unavailable. He had a smirky kind of mouth, and I always found myself staring at it. Smirky mouths make you want to kiss them, to smooth them out and kiss the smirkiness away. Or maybe not away… but you want to control it somehow. Make it yours. It was exactly what I wanted to do with Conrad. Make him mine.

When I was near her, I just wanted to grab her and hold her and kiss the shit out of her.

What it must be like, to have a boy like you so much he cries for you?

Me pregunté si sería posible borrar el dolor de alguien con un beso. Porque eso era justo lo que quería hacer, arrancar toda su tristeza y llevármela, consolarle, conseguir que regresase el chico que yo conocía.

it again and again, as many times as my mother could stand. Just like Kim MacAfee before me, I wanted to wear mascara and

To belong to someone--I didn't know it, but now that I think about, it seems like that's all I've ever wanted. To really be somebody's, and to have them be mine.

Do I only like the boys I can never have? I've always known Peter was out of my reach. I've always known he didn't belong to me. But tonight he said he liked me. The thing I've been hoping for, he said it. So why didn't I just tell him I liked him back when I had the chance? Because I do. I like him back. Of course I do. What girl wouldn't fall for Peter Kavinsky, handsomest boy of all the Handsome Boys. Now that I really know him, I know he's so much more than that.

I don't want to be afraid anymore. I want to be brave. I want...life to start happening. I want to fall in love and I want a boy to fall in love with me back.

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.

Just because they did it doesn't mean we automatically are, or that he automatically even wants to." Does it? "He definitely wants to." Gulp. "Well, too bad, so sad, if that's the case. But honestly, I don't think it is." In this very moment I decide that Peter and I will the relationship equivalent of a brisket. Slow and low. We will heat up for each other over time.

My heart is pounding like a million trillion beats a minute as I scoot closer to him.

You only like guys you don't have a shot with, because you're scared. What are you scared of?

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.

You only like guys you don't have a shot with, because you're scared. What are you so scared of?