Quotes About Desire

Come on, Lizbet, that man adores you, he worships your body with his eyes.

Although one may fail to find happiness in theatrical life, one never wishes to give it up after having once tasted its fruits.

Even a King wishes to be loved for Himself, not for the gifts He bestows." He smiled at me. "If you do not enjoy being with Me now, why do you believe you will enjoy My company for eternity?" He smiled at me. "The pursuer wants to be pursued also." --- Jesus

There is a place where travelers rest, And lay their heads in peace. Returning to the Eagle's nest, All war within will cease. O Lamb of God, Our heart's desire, O Truth in Word, Eternal Fire, O Lamb of God, God's chosen Son, Receive them when Their race is run.

Und wenn er auch nur noch die Kraft für eine einzige winzig kleine Bewegung hatte, auf die Freiheit hin, wie sinnlos und nutzlos diese Bewegung auch sein mochte, er wollte diese Bewegung doch noch gemacht haben.

Um das zu sehen, worauf es ankommt, muss man bleiben wollen. Unmerklich verhüllten sich alle Städte für die, die sie nur zum Durchziehen brauchen.

I was quite happy in my new place, and if there was one thing that I missed, it must not be thought I was discontented; all who had to do with me were good, and I had a light airy stable and the best of food. What more could I want? Why, liberty!

Only do not forget, If I wake up crying it's because in my dreams I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands. Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets, XXI

I want to eat the melancholy I can feel inside my ribs, beside my heart. I want to eat the sad...

I was keenly aware that I had nowhere near the challenges facing millions of people around the globe. That I was well aware of this only made me feel worse. To feel immobilized when perfectly aware of your privilege made death by inconsequential traffic incident seem even more desirable.

Every master loves to fuck a slave. It is a law of nature, or maybe culture.

Nothing made her want to strip a man naked more than knowing he had good ideas

One of the reasons Sulfur didn't date very much was that they couldn't help falling a little bit in love with anyone who gave them an orgasm. It was exhausting and practically never led anywhere good.

More likely, he would die before ever getting it. But he wanted to survive—that urge was part of his programming. It was what defined him as human-equivalent and therefore deserving autonomy. The bot had no choice but to fight for his life. Still, to Paladin, it didn't feel like a lack of choice. It felt like hope.

Paladin was sure that wasn't just some indenture algorithm weighting his decision matrix; it was his true desire.

he is a man who wants the power and fame that he feels he has been unjustly denied.

The studios wanted to give me the Monroe-type sex buildup. I wanted to develop my acting, not my body.

It was easier when all we wanted to do was eat them and take their stuff," he grumbled. And it had been easier when he hadn't cared if he made any of them cry.

He watched her, listened to her, and knew she was truly asleep. He kissed her forehead and found the act pleasing for its own sake. And, he admitted as he licked his lips, it was enjoyable for other reasons. Meg wasn't bitable, but he really did like the taste of her.

She swallowed hard. "I want to try skinny-dipping." He was so still, she wasn't sure he was even breathing.

Yes, I am," he said softly. "That's the way I was. That's the way I could be again." He shook his head as he raised his hand, his fingertips touching her hair. "I want to be your lover. I chose to be your lover. That makes all the difference. Being in bed with you is like soaring on a sweet wind. I chose to be your lover, Marian . . . just as you chose to be mine.

He kissed the spot where her neck and shoulder joined. The first kiss was light and chaste. With the second kiss, he used his teeth to hold her still while the tip of his tongue caressed and tasted her skin. He could feel her heart pounding, feel each breathy pant. Leaving a trail of soft kisses up her neck, he finally whispered in her ear, "You're not too young anymore.

It's a romantic novel," Jaenelle said in a small voice as he called in his half-moon glasses and started idly flipping the pages. "A couple of women in a bookseller's shop kept talking about it." Romance. Passion. Sex. He suppressed—barely—the urge to leap to his feet and twirl her around the room. A sign of emotional healing? Please, sweet Darkness, please let it be a sign of healing.

He put his arms around her and brushed his lips against hers once, twice. Then his mouth settled over hers and lingered. As he eased back, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. "I think we like it," Meg breathed. "I think we should try it again. Just to be sure." They tried it several more times, just to be sure, and eventually decided that they did like kissing. They liked it a lot