Quotes About Desire

Rec Room! Wow!" My eyes would have glazed over if they hadn't started out that way, pre-glazed. "I've always wanted to be a guy with a rec room.

A waft of sweet hash drifted by, and I wanted to float after it like Wimpy levitating at the scent of a hamburger.

If I closed my eyes, I could almost count those soft hairs on the back of her neck. One day I'd even leaned forward, pretending to drop my pencil, and inhaled her until the top of my head started to steam. A scent of butterscotch wafted off of her, and it was all I could do not to plunge my face into her shag.

Tina hit that tingle in the back of his head, the fuse that usually stayed damp, the one that got lit on those rare occasions when he met a woman who actually scared him. It was sort of like sex, but harder to find.

Her skin felt smooth and firm. Her hair smelled faintly of motor oil. Her mouth tasted like coffee. She was absolutely real, and it was the sexiest combination on the planet.

What we craved was drugs. What we had was each other.

Just wanting Nora- wanting something that wasn't a drug- was such a novelty, such a world-changingly unlikely circumstance, I was afraid to breathe for fear it would all turn out to be some near-death hallucination.

Entonoces comprendí que no me amaba, deseaba solamente mi cuerpo, yo sé que él también lo sabía, aunque trataba de engañarse y me dijera que me amaba, pero al decir eso mentía, porque solamente deseaba mi cuerpo, deseaba el amor, pero no sabía amarme, lo único verdadero en él era el deseo insaciable

Had it been possible for me to fix the plane permanently in the sky, to defy the winds and clouds and all the forces pushing it upward and pulling it earthward, I would have willingly done so. I would have stayed in my seat with my eyes closed, all strength and passion gone, my mind as quiescent as a coat rack under a forgotten hat, and I would have remained there, timeless, unmeasured, unjudged, bothering no one, suspended forever between my past and my future.

El licor, la música, la pintura y la poesía de nuestros cuerpos desnudos, tenían la prioridad

toca sus corazones, la piel empieza a transpirar a desear.

El beso estremeció su piel.

La locura de los años mozos, nos abrumaba por aquellos días, escondidos en habitaciones de hotel, envueltos en el sudor de otros amantes.

Aquellos que traicionan sus sueños pueden morir de insomnio.

Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long. Good things come to those who wait.

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we'll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.

It felt like ink and stars and magic, and I never wanted it to end.

In the dying firelight, Benedict's face was relaxed in sleep. He was so handsome, so perfect. She brushed a lock of hair from his forehead and he did not stir with the motion. She smiled, but the expression faded as a strong desire welled up in her. A desire to do something she had never done before. She touched him again, to be certain he was not awake. When he didn't move or react, she leaned closer, her hands shaking. "I love you

But, don't you—" she began, than cut herself off as heat flooded her cheeks. "Want to fill your body with mine and make you scream?

Sometimes what we want to do and what we must do are not the same. Pasquo, the smaller the space between your desire and what is right, the happier you will be.

A writer needs four things to achieve greatness, Pasquale: desire, disappointment, and the sea." "That's only three." Alvis finished his wine. "You have to do disappointment twice.

the smaller the space between your desire and what is right, the happier you will be.

At peace? Who but the insane would ever be at peace? What person who has enjoyed life could possibly think one is enough? Who could live even a day and not feel the sweet ache of regret?

Who isn't crazy sometimes? Who hasn't driven around a block hoping a certain person will come out; who hasn't haunted a certain coffee shop, or stared obsessively at an old picture; who hasn't toiled over every word in a letter, taken four hours to write a two-sentence email, watched the phone praying it will ring; who doesn't lay awake at night sick with the image of her sleeping with someone else?