Quotes About Desire

Believe me, I may be a bit blasé, but I can still get any man I want.

How good to have things like this, to be worshipped again, to pretend to have a mystery!

He was in love with every pretty woman he saw now, their forms at a distance, their shadows on the walls.

When I want something bad enough, common sense tells me to go and take it--and not get caught.

Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home.

The breathless idyl of their engagement gave way, first, to the intense romance of the more passionate relationship. The breathless idyl left them, fled on to other lovers; they looked around one day it and it was gone, how, they scarcely knew. Had either of them lost the other in the days of the idyl, the love lost would have been ever to the loser that dim desire without fulfillment which stands back of all life. But magic must hurry on, and the lovers remain...

He was her DARK FAIRYTALE and She was his TWISTED FANTASY. Together they made MAGIC.

Suddenly he was inside the radius of her perfume and kissing her breathlessly.

It's so hard to find a male to gratify one's artistic tastes.

Gloria was sure she wanted but to read and dream and be fed tomato sandwiches and lemonades by some angelic servant

but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game

Then he put in a call for Nicole in Zurich, remembering so many things as he waited, and wishing he had always been as good as he had intended to be.

Tom, I hope something happens. I'm restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic.

Their eyes met, locked, became wistful, and dreamy and beautiful.

It excited him, too, that many men had already loved Daisy--it increased her value in his eyes. He felt their presence all about the house, pervading the air with the shades and echoes of still vibrant emotions.

Of the things they possessed in common, greatest of all was their almost uncanny pull at each others hearts.

There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her own fault but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion.

I'm more beautiful than anybody else," she said brokenly, "why can't I be happy?

There were girls who would tear you apart with their lips.

No, interrupted Marcia emphatically. And you're a sweet boy. Come here and kiss me. Horace stopped quickly in front of her. Why do you want me to kiss you? he asked intently. Do you just go round kissing people? Why, yes, admitted Marcia, unruffled. 'At's all life is. Just going around kissing people.

Her hair, drawn back off her ears, brushed her shoulders in such a way that the face seemed to have just emerged from it, as if this were the exact moment when she was coming from a wood into clear moonlight. The unknown yielded her up; Dick wished she had no background, that she was just a girl lost with no address save the night from which she had come.

What was it up there in the song that seemed to be calling her back inside? What would happen now in the dim, incalculable hours?

Unlike Gatsby and Tom Buchanan I had no girl whose disembodied face floated along the dark cornices and blinding signs and so I drew up the girl beside me, tightening my arms. Her wan scornful mouth smiled and I drew her up again, closer, this time to my face.

It had seemed as close as a star to the moon.