Quotes About Desire

E' questione di misura, contentarsi. Uno si contenta di tanto, (fa segno col pollice sul mignolo) un altro ha tutto e non se ne contenta.

The taste of life, the taste for life. That is never satisfied. That never can be satisfied, because life even as we are in the very act of living it, is so ravenously hungering after itself, that it never lets itself be fully tasted. The taste for life comes to us from the past, from the memories that hold us bound, but bound to what? To this folly of ours? To this mass of vexations? To so many stupid illusions? To so many insipid occupations?

No amor, as mãos são as nossas forças avançadas, as que exploram o terreno, desativam as minas e amolecem as defesas antes de o corpo entrar em ação. Quando um homem e uma mulher se amam, é porque as suas mãos já se amaram demais. O amor começa quando as mãos estão saciadas.

I understand only that a vast void, an emptiness, is needing to be filled. O the things we grasp at.

I would feel deeply the elegant satisfaction of being caressed by that gawky boy, and I would take his face in both my hands and kiss him hard, as if I could draw from those lips the very strength and sweetness he did not know he had.

His eyes are huge and black. I think about desire. There are flickerings that occur, and we know very little about them. Millimetres of dilation are words in a language.

She wanted a reaction. As usual, I felt nothing but the desire not to have a confrontation.

This is why parents want grandchildren. Really they want their own children back again, they long to feel that vanished and complete love.

For him freedom meant doing exactly what you wanted all the time. Was that freedom for everybody?

Another intense relationship was kept under wraps. No letters to Judge Lord were published for half a century, and by that time the renunciatory legend was so firmly established that Emily's delight in the Judge's visits and her candour about desire have been underplayed.

Americans are being poisoned, all in the name of profit, producing a weak-minded race of people who are given to lust and desire.

The more I see you," he said quietly, "the more I want you.

Richard was jealous. He was jealous and he'd followed her, intending to kiss the hell out of her to show her.

Jessica," he whispered hoarsely. "Ah, merciful saints above, I thought I'd never have you again." He clutched her to him. "Say you'll never leave me. Vow you'll never leave my arms again. Nay, I'll never let you go." He held her tighter. "Nothing will take you from me again, not even time. No more wishes. No more wishes unless we make them together.

I've discovered that half the people would love to go into space, and there's no need to explain it to them. The other half can't understand, and I couldn't explain it to them. If someone doesn't know why, I can't explain it.

Now he closed his eyes and unwished the test pass and wished instead that this little twisty key would turn Gillon's present into a secret cupboard.

Kate, Lucern interrupted. What? she asked warily. I do not need blood. He tugged her off balance and into his lap. All I need is you.

As a child, Kate hat once asked her mother how she would know she was in love. Her mother had said she would know she was in love when she would be willing to give up chocolate forever to be with that person for even an hour. Kate, a dedicated and hopeless chocoholic, had decided right then that she would never fall in love. She had been sure that no male was worth such privation.

Lucern was worth giving up chocolate. Dark chocolate, white chocolate, milk chocolate - she would happily give it all up for him.

Divine had meant to try to shut her mind off from his sooner than she had, but had got wrapped up in the passion she'd so carefully stirred to life in them both and left it just that one second or two too long. Instead of remaining conscious as she'd hoped, she'd ended up passing out with him.

Suzette was different, her responses were honest, her need real not feigned to jolly the exercises along, and that passion in her had called out to his own. Feeling her tremble with excitement had excited him, tasting her passion had made his own hunger stretch and roar, and just watching her find her release had nearly brought on his own. He wanted to possess that, and if it took marriage to do it, then dammit, Gretna Green here he came.

It was not a good-morning kiss, Suzette decided as his tongue slid out to urge her lips open. At least it wasn't to her. Good-morning kisses, in her mind, were sweet pecks. This was more of a good-morning, good-afternoon and good-evening kiss all in one, she thought as his mouth devoured hers. Or perhaps it was more of an I want to throw you in the straw, toss up your skirts and have my wicked way with you kind of kiss, she decided as his hands begam to roam.

So, you like him and find him handsome and he has fine … parts," she said delicately, then added, "I am sure I heard a but in there however?" "Aye." Seonaid sighed, then admitted Blake's fault. "He has a huge cock.

If this is a dream, why aren't I young and handsome for you? You are young and handsome to me, she said huskily, and reached up to slip one hand around his neck. I like you just the way you are. I find you sexy just as you are. I want you just as your are.