Quotes About Desire

The thing is, Rolly said, it's a big deal when you finally get the chance to do the one thing you want to do-need to do-more than anything. It can kind of scare the crap out of you.

So many things we ask for, hope for, prayers put out into a world so wide: there was no way they could all be answered. But you had to keep asking. If you didn't, nothing even had a chance of coming true.

But sometimes I longed for that sense of someone pulling me close, feeling another heartbeat against mine.

So close, I thought. A shorter fence, a fatter dog, and everything would be different.

I hate not having what I want

I knew we were together, at least for now. And right then, while I still could, it was exactly where I wanted to be.

It's about the courage to go for what you want, not just what you think you need. Sometimes, we don't even know what that is.

I can see that everyone else is doing exactly what they wanted with the rest of their lives. They're all at the gate, pawing the dirt and ready to run, and I've already got a lame leg and am this close to being taken around back of the stable to be put out of my misery.

Okay, he said. He took a breath. What would you do, if you could do anything? I took a step toward him, closing the space between us. This, I said. And then I kissed him

So many things we ask for, hope for, prayers put out into the world so wide: there was no way they could all be answered. But you had to keep asking. If you didn't, nothing even had a chance of coming true.

It was like I'd waited all my life to have something like this, and I knew even then, at the start, that it would be hard, so hard to lose. The big stuff always is.

Dreams, and plans, and a stark desire to change your life, all on your own. I wanted that too, but I didn't want to have to run away to do it.

Everyone had a forever, but given a choice, this would be mine.

She was dressing for the life she wanted, not the one she had.

I know what she is thinking. That she will never have those feelings. And she wants to have them. Oh, how much she wants to...I have seen it before, the way women yearn more for a child when they have fallen in love. It is part of the disease, like the ague that goes with fever. Maybe the real lover's prick goes deep enough to ignite some loning in the womb. Maybe it is the promise of a future, something left over once the passion is spent.

She knew that what she was going through was nothing special, just garden-variety heartbreak, the sort of thing that poets and novelists had been writing about for hundreds of years, but she also knew, from those same books, that there were people who never recover form it, ones who go on through life beset by a dim and painful longing.

on fading passion) Sex was like the can of baking powder she kept on a high shelf in her pantry, something she didn't need right now but that she knew she could get her hands on without too much trouble.

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It is hard to stop loving the ocean. Even after it has left you gasping, salty.

It is hard to stop loving the ocean, even after it has left you gasping.

Some men would want to hold you like the answer. You are not the answer.

Why did you lift your top the other night in my office? Why did you flash your breasts at me like that?" he asked, his voice very low, his grey eyes intent on her. "I don't know," she whispered. "Liar," he said, and then he closed the distance between them and his hands were cupping her face and his mouth was lowering toward hers and her heart was beating so hard and fast it was a wonder it didn't explode.

Jack] checked his watch, then returned to studying her back. damn if she didn't have a nice back, too - smooth, unblemished skin, nicely shaped vertebrae- He pulled himself up short. Nicely shaped vertebrae? Was he going insane?

Her legs started to tremble and together they went down to the rug. Angie lay spread before him like an impossible offering and every thought, every memory, every consideration dissolved and there was only the need to be inside her, to lose himself in the slick warmth of her, to feel alive and to feel pleasure. He stretched on top of her and her legs spread to accept him. He gripped himself and found her entrance. He slid inside her, into tight, wet heat. And then he really did lose his mind.