Quotes About Desire

All, all is theft, all is unceasing and rigorous competition in nature; the desire to make off with the substance of others is the foremost - the most legitimate - passion nature has bred into us and, without doubt, the most agreeable one.

There was a theft! But, of course, if it was up to me, every two years I would win an Oscar.

Time is the king of all men, he is their parent and their grave, and gives them what he will and not what they crave.

The main question in drama, the way I was taught, is always, 'What does the protagonist want?' That's what drama is. It comes down to that. It's not about theme, it's not about ideas, it's not about setting, but what the protagonist wants.

It's about giving the people what they want. So many people have told me that they've made love to my records so what I've delivered this time is an album about sex. Pretty much every song has that theme. Straight no chasers, it's booty music!

My secret ambition was always to provide music for animation films: something with an Indian theme, either a fairy tale or mythological tale or on the Krishna theme. I still have a very deep desire, but these sorts of chances don't always come.

I think that's a universal theme, you know: we don't know who we're going to meet tomorrow. And that person might change your life entirely. There's always that possibility, and while you're not necessarily actively seeking it, you have that desire deep down.

I wrote 'Evil Spider' about wanting someone that's already taken. I guess it was based on a personal experience, but I went a lil extreme on the theme... me being a spider trying to snare someone. In real life, I was just observing!

His idea of the perfect life, the best he could have in the universe, was sitting right next to him. So close, yet so far out of his reach.

Now that he'd seen her, he knew what he'd long suspected. He was far from over her. *

She opened the door with a frown. "What are you doing?" "Pressing my luck," he said. He walked in, pushed her gently out of the way and closed the door. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her to him, going after her lips at once. It took her exactly two seconds to melt to him, moan, reach her arms around his neck and return the kiss.

Do what makes your heart beat.

Go after her, Luke. Tell her the truth, that it scares you to death but you want her." Luke

Wanting a woman was something he knew quite well—but wanting to take care of a woman so that she would never hurt, never want, never be afraid or lonely—he had no experience with that. There had been beautiful women in his past; intelligent women, clever women, women with wit and courage and passion, but as far as he could remember, never one like Mel; never before a woman who had everything he'd ever wanted.

He was past the jitters about her age, her uncle. He was moving on this. And when it was over, he was going to be shot, he was pretty sure. But he was into her; she had him. He hoped his death would be quick and painless. An

I miss you so much it scares the hell out of me.

His hand came up to cradle her jaw, his fingers reaching into her short hair. "Before we do that, let's just talk about it." "What do you want from me, Sean?" He moved still closer, leaning down, his mouth just barely above hers. "I want you, Franci. I shouldn't have let you get away." Tears

He opened the door and saw the Jeep. She stood in front of it, leaning against the hood, arms crossed over her chest, getting wet in the freezing drizzle. His heart lurched. Almost three weeks since he'd seen her and his feelings hadn't given him a break. He still wanted her so bad it hurt. "You

When she walked him out to his truck, she held his hand for a few minutes. The girl moved really slowly, and he liked that. One of these days he was going to get his arms around her, kiss her. She had to be about the prettiest girl at school. Maybe the world. He'd

That myth was disproved the second she saw him. God, he still made her heart race. One look at his face and she felt the blood surge

They shared a hotel room while in Los Angeles—two queens. Preacher in one bed, Paige and her son in the other. Lying in the same room with her was both blissful and painful. He would hear every soft noise, every little snuffle in the bed, and wonder what it might be like to lie beside her, bring her against him. When he would shower after her in the morning, he'd get heady from the smells of her soap, shampoo and lotion. *

She wanted to be whole. She wanted a man. *

Brie, I'm sorry. I can't," he whispered. "Can't?" "I can't kiss you like this. You tempt me. And you're not ready to be with a tempted man. I have to take you home." She

He was past the jitters about her age, her uncle. He was moving on this. And when it was over, he was going to be shot, he was pretty sure. But he was into her; she had him. He hoped his death would be quick and painless.