Quotes About Desire

To violate beauty is the essence of sexual desire. To procreate is the essence of decay.

and what is not there is always more than there.

All night you waited for morning, all morning for afternoon, all afternoon for night; and still the longing sings. Oh, paper bird with folded wings.

THE TALKING FISH My love's eyes are red as the sargasso With lights behind the iris like a cephalopod's. The weeds move slowly, November's diatoms Stain the soft stagnant belly of the sea. Mountains, atolls, coral reefs, Do you desire me? Am I among the jellyfish of your griefs? I comb my sorrows singing; any doomed sailor can hear The rising and falling bell and begin to wish For home. There is no choice among the voices Of love. Even a carp sings.

When it comes to sex, the most important six inches are the ones between the ears.

How many BMWs do you need? How many Rolex watches you gonna wear in your lifetime, for crying out loud? What is it about that kind of desire? I don't understand it.

People were infected with the concept that happiness was something outside themselves, and a new and powerful form of loneliness was born.

Some people want to go forever, I just want to burn off hard and bright.

Come pick me up

Message: I can make fun of myself despite my perfection: I am more like you in this regard: it's safe for you to like me: please desire me: please give me your money for the honor of desiring me.

We were two losers who ate too much McDonald's, played too many video games, and had families we sometimes wished we could trade for twenty bucks.

If I eat a huge meal and I can get the girl to rub my belly, I think that's about as romantic as I can think of.

I was just going to look. With fire.

Anakin frowned. "I don't want things to change." "But you can't stop the change," Shmi said, "any more than you can stop the suns from setting.

She's like smoke:you think you're seeing her clearly enough,but when you reach for her there's nothing there

The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly the one you'll never have.

Two-hundred forty horsepower isn't enough to move me anymore. Enough to move my body, yes, but not my soul.

As she walked, trying to find a hotel--any hotel--she was offered at least ten different ways of getting high, four or five ways of getting laid, and at least one way of getting even.

This is partly my own ego, of course. I want to be visible as tough enough to possess and defend a femme who is entrancing enough to become the object of someone else's desire, but it is equally a measure of protection for the femme in question. What if the same person sees her walking alone tomorrow?

I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I'm still a sensitive woman, just with passion.

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin .. it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.

The first thing a girl hopes for from the garden of love is at least one carat.

I want you," he repeated and pressed his hand harder against her heart. "But I want this too. If you can't give me that, you need to say so now because I can't take one without the other. Not with you." Her whole body seemed to sag into him. "You already have it," she confessed. "I feel like you've had it forever.

He wasn't even a man. He was a six-foot-seven behemoth of hotness. A fae warrior king who was frustrating, implacable, Powerful with a capital P, and fiercely noble in a way she'd never encountered. Every time she looked into his spring-green eyes, her belly fluttered. Actually fluttered. Rose wanted him. And for once, she didn't feel like giving up so easily.