Quotes About Desire

I don't understand why he had to fight. He was already in heaven. True. But he wasn't content to serve. He wanted more. He had all he could ask for, didn't he? Ann asks. Exactly. Miss Moore states. He had to ask. He was dependent upon someone else's whim. It's a terrible thing to have no power of one's own. To be denied.

Mabel did deserve to Rest In Peace, and Evie knew she was a terrible person, because of there was any ghost she longed to see, even for just a moment, it was Mabel's.

Is this all you want?" Sam asked bitterly. "A good time?" "You're one to talk!" "I like a good time. But not all the time.

Está celoso! Kartik está celoso y Simon me ve...apetitosa. Me siento complacida. Y desconcertada. Pero sobretodo complacida.

Theta's hand slid just slightly toward Memphis's. He inched his forward, too, just grazing the tips of her fingers with his.

I should rather take my chances with the lions of Rome's ancient Colosseum than endure another tea chat with the likes of them. At least the lions are honest about their desire to eat you and make no effort to hide it.

Sometimes, Johannes would pop his head in the filing room and ask, Need anything? 'Yes. I would like you to ravage me here on the floor and swear your undying love to me.'No. Thanks. I'm good.

He took her face into his hands and his kiss blotted out the sky

What if I choose the dream instead?

Nobody wants to be themselves. That's why there's TV. So you know what to want and who to be.

And afterward, in the small cabin, they'd do this, this tangle of bodies, this blurring of the edges that kept people distant and lonely.

He's jealous! Kartik is jealous and Simon finds me ... delicious? I am a bit giddy. And confused. But no, mostly giddy, I find.

Huh, she thought, smiling to herself. This is what love feels like. But Ling was worried, too. Someone as alive and fizzy as Alma had needs. Physical needs. Needs Ling wasn't certain she could meet. For Ling, love—deep, passionate, intense—was real. But sex? So far, sex was a hypothesis her body didn't seem interested in proving.

And falling for Sam Lloyd was the don't-you-dare cherry on top of a worst-idea sundae.

just don't know how we make this work between us," Alma said quietly. Ling blushed with shame. Sex. It was about sex, or the lack thereof. From the corner of her eye, she watched as Alma laced her beautiful fingers and placed them in her lap. And then Ling forced herself to keep her gaze on the man across the street sweeping his patch of sidewalk. Ling watched the bristles pushing against the wilted flowers and felt as if she, too, were being brushed into the gutter.

Ling loved Alma, but when she thought of making that love sexual, it was like a wire that didn't quite connect to a battery. It was more theoretical than actual. She liked kissing and cuddling, but she knew that alone wasn't sufficient for Alma.

She didn't really understand. Few people did. Sex sold everything. It was in every advertisement, song, and Hollywood movie. Who was the freak who didn't want to make love?

Oh, why should it bother her? But it did. It wasn't so much that Evie wanted Jericho as she wanted him to keep wanting her. It was utterly selfish, she knew. More about her vanity than anything else.

It's just too bad they have to die. They're totally bangable, you know?" "Bangable," Taylor mouthed in disgust. She wanted to show this boy another meaning for the word bang, and it involved his head against a steel door.

Kamu harus menjadi pribadi yang kamu inginkan, bukan pribadi yang diinginkan orang lain.

Greed builds a barrier that keeps us from becoming content with what God has given.

No one can fulfill your purpose but you. And God's plan for you and His plan for me embrace far more than the events or circumstances that happen to us. They also embrace what God wants us to be and do and what He desires to do in and through us.

You can choose to be free of the love of money. You can be in control of your possessions rather than be controlled by what you have and what you want. It's a secret choice of the heart between God and you.

Mommy?" I plead. "Please?" "No," she pouts. "I'm nine!" "Please," I say and start to sob, my chest heaving its burden up and down. "I'm nine!" "Please be thirty-four!