Quotes About Desire

I don't need again to learn the bitter lesson that everything I love is a flame between two fingers, no act undone, no word unsaid.

I feel the stars. Each sparkle sets aflame the pain in my heart.

And oh I want so much to sing, I tell myself no. But it is so hard to keep from singing.

They said my heart's desire aloud, giving me the courage to acknowledge it.

I hate to interrupt," he said, trying like hell not to grin, then drag her into his lap to do what he apparently should have done the moment he'd laid eyes on her again. "But I haven't heard a word you've said since that part where you've been lusting after me for two years.

The invitation didn't say clothing optional," she said, running her sandaled feet up the back of his bare legs. Which matched the rest of him. She let out a little laugh as he tossed her gently on the bed. "That's because I wanted to peel your clothes off you," he said, following her down. "Well," she said, stretching her arms up over her head, "if you must.

My, my," she teased, her heart full to bursting, "what a big…sword you have." "All the better to pillage you with," he murmured, lowering his head again.

What do you wear for a man who kissed you like he was making babies?" Go the demure route, so he knows you're not there to continue indulging in that kind of behavior? She snorted.

What do you wear for a man who kissed you like he was making babies?

One thing was certain: She was probably past the point of making sure no one got hurt. Because she already knew that not seeing Cooper ever again, not feeling his body on hers, his mouth on hers, hearing him laugh, making him laugh, arguing, talking, finding notes tucked under starfish on her dashboard in the morning.

Such a wicked smile you're wearing," he said approvingly, flipping her sandals off. "I think it should be the only thing you have on.

Such a wicked smile you're wearing," he said approvingly, flipping her sandals off. "I think it should be the only thing you have on." He unsnapped her shorts, then slid everything off the lower half of her body in one smooth slide. "You've been practicing," she said, though it was hard to keep the casual banter going now, seeing as he was slowly kissing his way past her ankle and on up along the curve of her calf.

By the time he got rid of her clothes, he might not be able to get his own off, or ever father children, but then he glanced up, saw her eyes were lit like the fire of glittering emeralds, but decided he'd gnaw his clothes off if necessary.

There's one more part," she said, finding the courage, knowing she needed to tell him the rest of it. "Of the all I want to have." "Which is?" She lifted her head then, propped her chin on his chest, and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. "You.

I never wanted to be rich or successful or famous. I just wanted to be happy and have fun.

Variety is overrated, honey. Regardless of what your country club friends say, most women just want to find a decent guy who can inspire lust now and again.

There's nothing like falling into a satisfied sleep after you've had a man inside you two or three times. There's no substitute for that kind of man-to-woman connection.

Holy hell," she said to the empty room. How was she ever going to win an argument with a man that calmed her with orgasms?

Sometimes I get bored riding down the beautiful streets of L.A. I know it sounds crazy, but I just want to go to New York and see people suffer.

A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don't get to choose our own hearts. We can't make ourselves want what's good for us or what's good for other people. We don't get to choose the people we are.

Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it's going to kill us.

There was always a way, when one knew what one wanted.

for Eve ate of the apple for love of knowledge and learning, but Adam ate of it merely because she asked him.

Would he be happy? Joan hoped so. But somehow he seemed a man fated always to yearn after that which he could not have, to choose for himself the rockiest, most difficult path. She would pray for him, as for all the other sad and troubled souls who must travel roads alone.