Quotes About Desire

Something about her called away a piece of him, and it floated through the air and she breathed it in, and it was forever lost to her.

The more you want from the world, the more it holds you by the throat.

How the hell should I know what we deserve?

That's how predators work. They give vulnerable people what they want or need, at first. They see a need, a desire, then they exploit, manipulate. When you're hooked, that's when the abuse starts.

I know she was in love with a ghost. She was haunted, waiting for that man to come home to her and rescue her from the one he had become.

How can you desire someone who hurts you? How can you miss him so much your body aches? Maybe not him, the man he actually was, but the man I thought he was. We cling to our ideas of people, don't we? We hold on tight even when all evidence points to something else.

Cricket felt that her spiritual home might be Neiman Marcus. She was far from the kind of place that made her feel comfortable—someplace gleaming and clean with lovely, expensive goods for sale. People were so into "nature," weren't they? Getting into it, back to it. Why? Nature just seemed spooky and unsafe to Cricket. There was that whole no-one-can-hear-you-screaming vibe. They hadn't seen another car for ages. Ages.

Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

She raced for him, propelled by the strength of a thousand regrets.

O Hathor," Cleo began, "why bless me with an abundance of gorgeousness and then deprive me of people to envy it? Especially on a Saturday night?

I clung to my belief the same way that Anastasia clung to hers. The idea that love and patience were enough to rid Christian of his vices and turn him into the man that he wasn't—the man she wanted him to be—was just as naive.

Then she leans forward, and before I have time to say or think another word, she's kissing me. And I'm kissing her, too. It starts almost in slow motion. Her lips, soft on mine, light little kisses, tiptoeing. Then she opens her mouth slightly, kissing me with more force. I keep thinking about how perfectly our mouths fit together. Her lips are so gentle, her tongue drawing me in. I'm losing myself in her.

Find what you want. I will find you.

King Constantine IX of Regia had been killed three times and was bored with it. He wanted a bath.

you have more than you know. And people will want what you have.

And it was lonely, to yearn, all alone.

an urge, a need, a passionate yearning to share the warmth with the one person left for him to love.

have starved in other ways. He would have lived a life hungry for feelings, for color, for love.

I wish I could have a cupcake

If he had stayed, he would have starved in other ways. He would have lived a life hungry for feelings, for color, for love.

He didn't want the memories, didn't want the honour, didn't want the wisdom, didn't want the pain.

Jonas did not want to go back. He didn't want the memories, didn't want the honor, didn't want the wisdom, didn't want the pain. He wanted his childhood again, his scraped knees and ball games. He sat in his dwelling alone, watching through the window, seeing children at play, citizens bicycling home from uneventful days at work, ordinary lives free of anguish because he had been selected, as others before him had, to bear their burden. But the choice was not his.

He was left, upon awakening, with the feeling that he wanted, even somehow needed, to reach the something that waited in the distance. The feeling that it was good. That it was welcoming. That it was significant. But he did not know how to get there.

Deer Park! Oh, I wish we could stop here, just for a little while!