Quotes About Desire

Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.

But you can love more than just one person, can't you?

I might have enjoyed the company of a woman or two... Or three but that had never stopped me from loving you.

What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?

He found something that he wanted, had always wanted and always would want -- not to be admired, as he had feared; not to be loved, as he had made himself believe; but to be necessary to people, to be indispensable...'very few things matter and nothing matters very much

When I see a beautiful shell like that I can't help feeling a regret about what's inside it.

Celibacy goes deeper than the flesh.

Your photograph is all I have: it is with me from the morning when I wake up with a frantic half dream about you to the last moment when I think of you and of death at night.

Kiss me now, love me now.

I'll drink your champagne. I'll drink every drop of it, I don't care if it kills me.

It happens that I want you, and so I just haven't room for any other desires.

Don't say 'wife.' I'm your mistress. Wife's such an ugly word. Your 'permanent mistress' is so much more tangible and desirable… .

I don't think he was ever happy unless someone was in love with him, responding to him like filings to a magnet, helping him to explain himself, promising him something. What it was I do not know. Perhaps they promised that there would always be women in the world who would spend their brightest, freshest, rarest hours to nurse and protect that superiority he cherished in his heart.

These lights, this brightness, these clusters of human hope, of wild desire—I shall take these lights in my fingers. I shall make them bright, and whether they shine or not, it is in these fingers that they shall succeed or fail.

He loved her, and he would love her until the day he was too old for loving--but he could not have her. So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.

When I'm with you, I don't breathe quite right.

Dick walked beside her, feeling her unhappiness, and wanting to drink the rain that touched her cheek.

Go on, she urged. Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.

you once liked me, didn't you?, he asked. LIKED you- I LOVED you. Everybody loved you. You could've had anybody you wanted for the asking.

If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.

I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.

He wanted to appear suddenly to her in novel and heroic colors. He wanted to stir her from that casualness she showed toward everything except herself.

Possibly it had occurred to him the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. [...] It had seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.