Quotes About Desire

Te he raptado, hermosa princesa. Eres mía, estás en mis manos. Durante algún tiempo, me ocuparé de prodigarte tanto placer que te olvidarás de todo. Gemirás entre mis brazos hasta la inconsciencia.

But what she was really trying to say was this: I like music better than anything in the world, after you.

She brushed her eyelashes against his chest.

She was certainly now obsessing him! Beyond bearing or belief. His whole being was overwhelmed by her... by her mentality, really. For of course the physical resemblance of the lance-corporal was mere subterfuge. Lance-corporals do not resemble young ladies.

It is a queer world and fantastic world. Why can't people have what they want?

She asked herself the eternal question – and she knew it to be the eternal question – whether no man and woman can ever leave it at the beautiful inclination.

The man looked down at his feet. Tietjens said to himself that it was Valentine Wannop doing this to him. He ought to turn the man down at once. He was pervaded by a sense of her being. It was imbecile. Yet it was so.

She warned him that, if he got killed, she should cut down the great cedar at the south-west corner of Groby. It kept all the light out of the principal drawing-room and the bedrooms above it.... He winced: he certainly winced at that. She regretted that she had said it. It was along other lines that she desired to make him wince.

We talked of it, of course, but I guess Florence got all she wanted out of one look at a place. She had the seeing eye. I haven't, unfortunately, so that the world is full of places to which I want to return.

Why can't people have what they want? the things were all there to content everybody. Yet everybody has the wrong thing.

The beastly Huns! They stood between him and Valentine Wannop. If they would go home he could be sitting talking to her for whole afternoons. That was what a young woman was for. You seduced a young woman in order to be able to finish your talks with her. You could not do that without living with her. You could not live with her without seducing her; but that was the by-product. The point is that you can't otherwise talk.

The repressions of the passionate drive them mad.

I know!' Father Consett said. 'You're a beautiful woman. Some men would say it was a lucky fellow that lived with you. I don't ignore the fact in my cogitation. He'd imagine all sorts of delights to lurk in the shadow of your beautiful hair. And they wouldn't.' Sylvia brought her gaze down from the ceiling and fixed her brown eyes for a moment on the priest, speculatively.

What did we want with an Empire! It

It is a queer and fantastic world. Why can't people have what they want? The things were all there to content everybody; yet everybody has the wrong thing.

At which point I grew old and it was like ripping open the beehive with my hands again. At which point I conceived a realm more real than life. At which point there was at least some possibility. Some possibility, in which I didn't believe, of being with her once more.

We know well only what we are deprived of.

We all engage in things forbidden and yearn for things denied.

Thirst, for who in the time of innocence would have drunk without being athirst? Nay, sir, it was drinking; for privatio praesupponit habitum.

En ce temps que j'ai dit devant, Sur le Noël, morte saison, Que les loups se vivent de vent Et qu'on se tient en sa maison, Pour le frimas, près du tison, Me vint un vouloir de briser La très amoureuse prison Qui faisoit mon cÅ"ur débriser.

Might I, quavered Mary, might I have a bit of earth?

She is always starving for new books to gobble

only doing what she unconsciously liked better than anything else

M? tôi v?n b?o có hai Ä'i?u t?i t? có th? ??n vá»›i má»™t ??a tr?, Ä'ó là không bao gi? ???c làm theo Ä'i?u mình mu?n, ho?c là luôn luôn ???c làm v?y.