Quotes About Desire

I wish being in love was enough. I wish it counted for anything at all.

Was uns nicht umbringt, bewirkt nur, dass wir sterben wollen.

Sieh sie dir an", sagte Vincent. "Alle finden einfach zueinander. Sie kommen so mühelos zusammen. Warum passiert mir das nicht?

Ideas will never give you what you want. You want the simplicity of being. The peace that surpasses understanding. The reality of what is.

Twenty-twenty-twenty-four hours to goI wanna be sedatedNothing to do, nowhere to goI wanna be sedated

Being mine means I'll make sure you know what pleasure feels like not just in your body, but in your heart and soul and mind...

I want you to make love to me. I want to go to your room, your bed, be under you, feel you inside me, see your eyes, feel your body and know…we're together. I don't know if that's love or just need, but I know I need you. I need that with you. I need what I've never known and I need it from you. Only you. And it may destroy everything or build something. I really don't know. I just know…Please make love to me.

At least she (Thomas' mom) knows what she wants is dead. What I want just refuses to be with me. Maybe I should compare notes with her on what's worse, for I swear to God sometimes I think if you were dead this would hurt less.

This wasn't romance. This was a hardcore Master out and out driving her to the upper level of madness, where her body was going to come completely to pieces before he was done. Cruel, but she craved his brand of cruelty.

She looked up at him. "Carry me. I like it when you carry me." Her body trembled beneath him. "Ask me." "Please." The words came out without hesitation or thought. "Would you carry me?" "Anything you ask for, angel."

I held her in my arms last night," he said quietly. "And when I felt her every response, I thought, 'There's nothing else I could ever want.' Whether there's a Heaven or not, it doesn't matter. This…Those moments when she gave me everything were more than I ever hoped Heaven could be.

She inhaled sharply as he traced the line of her neck with the warm wetness. "I'm not afraid to bleed for you, Marguerite." His voice was a rough whisper against her ear. "I'll tell The Zone you're thinking it over. Don't disappoint me. Or yourself.

You really do unique small talk," she said as he caught up to her, walked side by side. "Well, these things keep a conversation well lubricated. Only thing worse than a dry fuck is small talk.

There you are," he murmured. "The girl I met in that club. As far as my heart goes, you have it, sweetheart. God's going to have to fight you for it.

Geez, man, don't give yourself whiplash. You are hurting, if the mention of Victorian underwear will get you worked up. I know a girl...." - From "Controlled Response

She was a Mistress who needed a Master. Who needed him.

I don't want to win the battle, Dana. I want to take the field, win the war. When I make love to you in this bed, it's going to be because you've accepted you're with the man and the Master you want for the rest of your life.

Shh... let me hold you. I've burned to hold you, sweetheart.

Just stop asking," she burst out. "Just take. Please…just take over. I can't…give. You just have to take what you want." Tyler stared down at

The sub has the upper hand in a true Master and sub relationship, Thomas. Always. I can possess you only as long as you want to belong to me.

He was inside her, not just her soaked pussy, but in all the complex turbulent and dark mazes that were Marguerite. He wanted to be there forever, wanted to keep her safe and unafraid, give her pleasure and happiness.

I have my limits, Lauren," he said, low. She knew it, could feel the caged beast hurling against his bars, knew how close he was.

I had my hands on you last night, my mouth, and everything I touched was delicate, beautiful. Something I want to keep safe. That's the way I'm built, and I won't apologize for that, but I will apologize for it making me say something that stupid.

He'd proven himself her Master even when bound, taking over her senses even without the privilege of touching her.