Quotes About Desire

Querida. You make me ache

He wanted slow. He wanted lingering and teasing, and she was not in a patient mood. As with so much in a relationship, compromise was key.

This time he just inhaled, deep and luxurious. The inhale was to fill up on her scent, she knew. The exhale was her name, just that, warm and moist against her skin.

Am I supposed to want you this much? Nadia. You are supposed to have me anytime, anywhere, any way you wish.

Money. Both cure and cause of so many evils, isn't it?

Uh - do you want to do it outside? "Frequently. Oh, you meant the wedding. That, too.

elle rêve pendant qu'un incendie couve en son âme.

All I'd wanted to be when I grew up was yours.

With penetrating insight, the mystics will tell us that when we have a desire for a certain thing, a certain experience, and we fulfill that desire, the happiness we feel is not something given by that thing or experience; it is due to having no craving for a little while.

Whatever they desire, the object of that desire arises from the power of their own thoughts; they have it and are happy.

It was Delaney's image that was present in her mind,waking or sleeping.It was Delaney's touch for which she yearned,the sound of his voice she desired to hear.It was Delaney she wanted close to her.It was Delaney,the other part of herself,the imtimate core of her,whom she missed to the point of pain

Keep looking at me like that, and I'll change my mind. Forbidden fruit tastes sweetest. - Alysandir Mackinnon

Just what do you want?" Her answer had been, My very own Mr. Darcy. And hadn't she wished for a "darkly handsome man, heroic, upstanding, and moral, with a heart filled to overflowing with love to her rescue and sweep her off her feet?" She nodded to herself. Yes, I did. And didn't that fit Alysandir, right down to the rescue and sweeping her off her feet and into his arms? – Isobella Douglas

Ye belong to me," he said, whispering the words against her mouth, "only ye refuse to admit it, even to yerself. But ye will. One day, Ye will. - Alysandir Mackinnon

It's difficult to explain, but I just somehow feel that I never really *have* lived; that I never really will live--exist or whatever--in the sense that other people do. It drives me crazy. I was terribly aware of it all those nights waiting for you in the Ritz bar looking around at what seemed to be real grown-up lives. I just find everybody else's life surrounded by plate glass. I mean I'd like to break through it just once and actually touch one.

I had no technique for dealing with him: only an overpowering, unnerving, irrational, chemical desire to be with him.

If I wanted so much to go-- if everything I wanted in the whole world was on the other side of that door, why didn't I just go?... What kept me frozen there in a despair composed equally of impotent rage and a strange reluctance to shatter some exquisite but invisible structure, neither the shape nor purpose of which was apparent to me? In a words, what the hell was going on?

I just want to eat about a hundred million oysters and two tons of caviar and go swimming naked in champagne…

I thought of sex and sin; of my body and all the men in the world who would never sleep with it.

Silk--that's what I want rubbing against me. I feel so woolen all the time.

I looked at those patient huddlers on the [Embassy] benches who had hardly moved, and a horrible irony hit me: they wanted so badly to get into the States; I wanted so badly to stay out.

If his wife doesn't want him, I certainly don't, was my way of putting it.

this must be part of some pathetic fallacy, whereby if you fall in love with one man, all men instantly become desirable, whether they actually are or not.

We went to a movie and he kissed me for the first time. We kissed right through it... "Now let's kiss somewhere else," said Max.