Quotes About Desire

and she asked to be released.

Money, power, sex ... and elephants.

Hunting hawks did not belong in cages, no matter how much a man coveted their grace, no matter how golden the bars. They were far more beautiful soaring free. Heartbreakingly beautiful.

And what is your current complaint? I don't like Barrayar, I want to go home, my father-in-law wants to murder my baby, half my friends are running for their lives, and I can't get ten minutes alone with my husband, whom you people are consuming before my eyes, my feet hurt, my head hurts, my soul hurts... It was all too complicated. The poor man just wanted something to put in his blank, not an essay. Fatigue, Cordelia managed at last.

Wait. He paused, and she held out a hand to him. His thick fingers engulfed her tapering ones; his skin was warm and dry, and scorched her. Before we go pick up poor Lieutenant Illyan again... He took her in his arms, and they kissed, for the first time, for a long time. Oh, she muttered after. Perhaps that was a mistake. It hurts so much when you stop. Well, let me... his hand stroked her hair, gently, then desperately wrapped itself in a shimmering coil; they kissed again.

Identity. That's my elephant. The thought came with certainty, without the question mark on the end this time. Not fame, exactly, though recognition was some kind of important cement for it. But what you were was what you did. And I did more, oh yes. If a hunger for identity were translated into, say, a hunger for food, he'd be a more fantastic glutton than Mark ever dreamed of being. Is it irrational, to want to be so much, to want so hard it hurts? And how much, then, was enough?

You should have fallen in love with a happy man, if you wanted happiness. But no, you had to fall for the breathtaking beauty of pain. Cordelia's Honor, Lois McMaster Bujold

Anyone who desires to see the gods face-to-face is a great fool

The one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart

Greed is an appetite that looks largely to some imagined or feared future.

I'd storm heaven for you, if I knew where it was.

Never had Miles seen a man wish more passionately to be twins; he half-expected Bothari to go into mitosis on the spot.

exactly what Commander Cavilo wants. It's why she shipped me back

Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart.

He let his head rest against the crisp cloth of her uniform jacket a moment longer. She shifted, her arms reaching toward him. Was she about to hug him? If she did, Miles decided, he was going to grab her and kiss her right there. And then see what happened— Behind him, Galeni's office doors swished open. Elli and he both flinched away from each other, Elli coming to parade rest with a toss of her short dark curls, Miles just standing and cursing inwardly at the interruption. He

I don't . . . quite know how to put it." He searched for, and rather to his surprise found, that odd calm place inside, still there. It helped. "Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart." "Oh," said Gregor.

A vida é muito menos assustadora quando se enterram as ambições e se pára de desejar coisas.

How will I know if I really even like Drew Ellis? I'm so eager for intimacy, I would date a tree.

Existem três Silêncios: o primeiro, de palavra; O segundo, de desejo; o terceiro, de pensamento.

I need you more than I need freedom.

She snorted. I haven´t negotiated near enough where you are concerned, Jacob. If I had, I wouldn´t have suffered with terminal horniness for the past six years. I get my coffee, you get the sex. No limits allowed. No crying foul if you can´t keep up. How much coffee can you drink? he asked her suspiciously. Faith made certain her smile was innocent and non-threatening. The question is, Jacob, how often can you fuck?

Am I horny enough to hump a bedpost? Mica asked. Not quite yet. Should I consult with you first, Doctor? Sarcasm lay thick and heavy in her voice. I believe a consult would be a good idea. Ely nodded with mocking solemnity as Mica lifted herself onto the gurney. You never know what you may end up hurting if the act isn't done properly.

I hate Breeds," she muttered. "Do you know that? You and your sharp, damned noses. Just because I want to doesn't mean I should. Hell, I want cheesecake but I know better. It goes right to my hips. Does that mean I have to eat it anyway?" He stared back at her in disbelief. "You're comparing me to cheesecake?" Offended male fury and outrage glittered in his eyes. She huffed, "Well, the same principle applies.

Maybe I want to be tied down and forced to admit it