Quotes About Desire

own parents had wanted to leave every room he was in.

It seemed as if his desire of her affection increased with his knowledge of the loss of it; and the very circumstance which should have roused his aversion, by a strange perversity of disposition, appeared to heighten his passion, and to make him think it impossible he could exist without her.

How short a period often reverses the character of our sentiments, rendering that which yesterday we despised, today desirable.

A person doesn't ask permission to fall in love; not even of themselves.

Discontment is an insidious thing, trapping us into thinking that which is enough is longer enough, and that which is satisfying is no longer satisfying.

If you can't give me love and peace,Then give me bitter fame.

I'm not weeping, I'm not complaining, Happiness is not for me.

I don't long for anyone, But I don't want, don't want, don't want To know how they kiss each other.

I asked him then: 'What are you after?' 'To be in hell with you,' he said.

If I can't have love, if I can't find peace, give me a bitter glory.

The earthly glory is like smoke, I wanted much more than this. In all my lovers I evoked The feelings of joy and bliss. One is still in love somewhere With a friend from long ago, The other stands in the city square,- A statue of bronze in the snow.

Oh, how often you'll remember The sudden pain of unnamed longing — Anna Akhmatova, from "I'll erase this day from your memory," trans. A. S. Kline, White Flock (Hyperborea, 1917)

If you were a star, I would gaze by the window till dawn

They were a double-page spread of a woman with long dark, unruly hair, wearing stockings, suspenders, something too, black and lacy. She was smiling out at me, leaning back and opening up for me, which was when I skidded and lost balance, catching full view of her monosyllable as I fell down on the path.

There are perhaps only one or two things in the world which are not far more charming in desire than they are in possession.

He'd stared into her eyes, dark with confusion and unwilling passion, and for one stark, horrible instant, he'd wished to be that different man. He'd wished to be worthy of her.

I want you to want me the way I want you. I want you to come to me and tell me that. Then I want you to show me it's true. - Duke Kylemore to Verity Ashton -

He wasn't good enough for her. But by God, he meant to make her happy while he had her.

She loved his laughter. She loved that he faced the world with a reckless smile on his scarred face. Her heart crashed against her chest. A revelation descended. A revelation unrelated to the desire heating her blood.

He swallowed again and tightened his grip so even if she wanted to leave, she couldn't. It astonished him how difficult it was to find the one word he needed after these exquisite days. The one word he had no right to say. He forced the forbidden syllable from his tight throat. "Stay.

You're breathtakingly exciting. You've turned my nights to fire. You've lit my whole world with flame.

Open your mouth, tesoro." He angled her face higher. "Open your mouth for me." At his raw demand, her eyes flared wide. For a drunken moment, he drowned in glorious brown, rich, autumnal, sensual.

He couldn't help approving that she hid herself from every scoundrel who wished to ogle her bosom. He was the only scoundrel allowed to ogle Diana Carrick.

He couldn't get enough of that luscious mouth, of her tangy flavor.