Quotes About Desire

She looked up at him as he took a step toward the door; she looked at him without the slightest idea as to what was in his head, she saw him take another step in slow motion, turn and look at her again, and she wanted for a moment to hold him and devour him, wanted his mouth, his ears, his coat collar, wanted to surround him and engulf him.

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

He was tempted to lean over and kiss away her tears.

I want to marry Anthony, because husbands are so often 'husbands' and I must marry a lover.

Apoi o saruta.La atingerea buzelor lui,Daisy se deschise ca o floare,iar intruchiparea se desavarsi.

I'm not fit to touch her, he cried aloud to the four walls. I'm not fit to touch her little hand. Nevertheless, he went out to look for her.

I did not think- I was a battleground for the thoughts of many men; rather was I one of those desirable but impotent countries over which the great powers surge back and forth.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

She did not know yet that splendor is something in the heart; at the moment when she realized that and melted into the passion of the universe he could take her without question or regret.

Daisy put her arm through his abruptly but he seemed absorbed in what he had just said. Possibly it had occurred to him that the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. Compared to the great distance that had separated him from Daisy it had seemed very near to her, almost touching her. It has seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

I want to marry Anthony, because husbands are so often 'husbands' and I must marry a lover.

Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure

A chi poteva interessare, in quella calura, di chi fossero le labbra ardenti che aveva baciato, quale tersa avesse inumidito la tasca del pigiama sul suo cuore!

Mientras hablaba, el oficial la miraba de la forma en que toda chica sueña que alguna vez la miren.

Gloria was sure she wanted but to read and dream and be fed tomato sandwiches and lemonades by some angelic servant still in a shadowy hinterland. Between paragraphs Anthony would come and kiss her as she lay indolently in the hammock….

Youth is like having a big plate of candy. Sentimentalists think they want to be in the pure, simple state they were in before they ate the candy. They don't. They just want the fun of eating it all over again. The matron doesn't want to repeat her girlhood--she wants to repeat her honeymoon. I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

Dick's discovery that he was not in love with her, nor she with him, had added to rather than diminished his passion for her. Now that he knew he would not enter further into her life, she became the strange woman for him. He supposed many men meant no more than that when they said they were in love - not a wild submergence of soul, a dipping of all colors into an obscuring dye, such as his love for Nicole had been.

The idea of a slow approach to the luxury of leisure drove him wild. He was, of course, progressing toward it, but, like a child eating his ice cream so slowly that he couldn't taste it at all.

Then it was all true. I saw the skins of tigers flaming in his palace on the Grand Canal; I saw him opening a chest of rubies to ease, with their crimson-lighted depths, the gnawings of his broken heart.

I could settle down if women were different, he said. If I didn't understand so much about them, if women didn't spoil you for other women, if they had only a little pride. If I could go to sleep for a while and wake up into a home that was really mine - why, that's what I'm made for, Paula, that's what women have seen in me and liked in me. It's only that I can't get through the preliminaries any more.

Compared to the great distance that had separated him from Daisy it had seemed very near to her, almost touching her. It had seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

I'm always afraid of a girl—until I've kissed her. SHE:

It's rotten that every bit of real love in the world is ninety-nine percent passion and one little soupcon of jealousy