Quotes About Desire

And if God approves of people like Alicia, he doesn't want me; and the devil does. It's nice to be wanted, Mrs. Franklin. I haven't been wanted for a long time now.

But, like all human beings, she still had unfulfilled longings. She could still be as lonely and frightened as a child, and with as little reason.

You human beings tend to want good things to last forever. They don't. Not while we're in time.

He's not good for you, Omio said. He wants too much. He is someone who takes. He does not give.

You don't want him for a reason. You want him because he's your father.

How can we be able to live our lives if we deny the one who we truly love?

Her life was like her house—a colorful fantasy where anything was possible if you wanted it badly enough.

What part of the human mind or body was so inefficient that it could make you think you loved someone so wildly unsuitable?

Suddenly it was all very clear to Vanessa that all that mattered was that she get out of this place, far away from this lonely, obsessive woman.

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he must not know how much power he had to move her.

She sat icy and withdrawn. She had hoped he would touch her, put his arms around her. Now she felt she would kill him if he tried.

You're not bad-looking, Kit. Fellows are always saying that you look terrific. Could you sort of set yourself at him and get him. Distract him from Anna … then she'd come back to me.' Her first instinct was to laugh. Kit McMahon, a Mata Hari who could attract the desire of any man away from a little blonde beauty like Anna Kelly!

She was still vaguely hopeful that there was love out there somewhere—just a little less sure that she might actually find it.

if your heart is elsewhere, would you not want to follow your destiny?

You know how sorry he is Nan. You must know how he'd give any of us the moon after he's been—not himself." "It's too high a price to pay for the moon

There was nothing like double chocolate chip to solve the sexual problems of women everywhere.

Pleasing a woman, hearing the sultry words spill from her lips as he pushed her over the edge, that's what got him off.

Suppose I were to begin by saying that I had fallen in love with a color.

238. I want you to know, if you ever read this, there was a time when I would rather have had you by my side than any one of these words; I would rather have had you by my side than all the blue in the world. 239. But now you are talking as if love were a consolation. Simone Weil warned otherwise. "Love is not consolation," she wrote. "It is light." 240. All right then, let me try to rephrase. When I was alive, I aimed to be a student not of longing but of light.

It is a terrible thing to want something you cannot have. It takes you over. I couldn't think straight because of it. There was no one else, I realized, whom I could possibly tell.

All my life I dreamed of having someone think I was beautiful.

If only. The saddest two words in any language.

Golden shadows shimmered and the musky scent of the candles dizzied every breath. They were on the bed now, an enormous bed with sheets of glowing satin. Clasped in an embrace they rolled together, drinking deep kisses from gasping mouths, hands stroking, teasing, chasing, bodies pressing against each other as if seeking to melt and become one with the other.