Quotes About Desire

How could I long so for someone whose existence I'd only just become aware of? But wasn't it always like this? Some things we never know we need until we find them.

Bo? da olsa gülerler ve hallerinden memnun olmasalar da hayatlar?nda bir de?i?iklik istemezler.

Sen bu karanl?k ömrümün içine bir sevinç ????? gibi, kurumaya yüz tutan ekinlere can veren bir nisan ya?muru gibi birdenbire geldin. Ben bu kadar bol hayat ve saadet ya?muru alt?nda kendimi unutmu? gibiyim. ?imdi ömrümün tek bir gayesi var: Bir gün evvel sana kavu?mak, seni kollar?m?n aras?na almak, güzel, temiz yüzüne saatlerce, senelerce hiç doymadan bakmak.

Some things we never know we need until we find them.

Lord help her, she didn't care where Byrne took her. Let hellfire consume her and the devil steal her soul. Because any hell with Byrne in it was better than a heaven without him.

What I want," he said softly, "is you. Just you.

This is how it should always be. You in my bed...in my arms. Always.

You were just too young. And in the wrong place at the wrong time in my life." "A likely excuse. I haven't been 'too young' for some time, and it's taken you nine years to even kiss me again. At this rate, you'll only advance to ravishing me when I'm forty." He dearly hoped he'd be ravishing her at forty. And thirty-five and twenty-nine and the day after tomorrow. Or today. That would certainly move his process along.

Only one thing had her balking: his cool kiss. Especially when compared to Mr. Pinter's hot ones. Curse that man. No matter how much she told herself his kisses hadn't meant anything, her wounded pride wanted to believe otherwise. Her wounded pride insisted they'd been too passionate to be meant only as a lesson. Her wounded pride was a blasted nuisance.

I'm suggesting that you let someone inside that empty room you call a heart. Whether you make her your wife or your mistress, a man's bed is decidedly warmer if there's a fire burning in something other than his cock.

Her corset dropped to the floor, and he swept his hands up to cup her breasts. "I'm just ungentlemanly enough to prefer a woman's real flesh, Angel. I like the softness, the fullness of it. If I wanted to feel whalebone, I'd fondle a whale.

If you put it up, I'll just take it down again." His voice lowered to a throaty hum, "And you know what happens when I take your hair down.

You see, Jarret?" she said softly. "It can't work. We want different things. You want to follow the wind where it leads, and I want to dig my roots deep. You're a river, and I'm a tree. The tree can never follow the river, and the river can never stay with the tree.

Beneath all his reckless remarks, he is a good man. And he genuinely wants to marry you-after last night at the ball I am certain of that much. So accept his offer, for God's sake. And give me great-grandchildren. That is all I want." "And what about what I want?" "You want him. I can see it whenever you look at him, the same way I can see it in his eyes whenever he looks at you.

You didn't do anything to her, did you?" "Nothing that would provoke her to flee." Except ruin her for any other man. And offer her a marriage of the sort she found appalling. And desire her with an intensity that made his throat close up at the thought of her gone.

Loving is easy. It's finding someone to love you back that's hard.

He shifted her closer, his hand curving into the small of her back to flatten her against his lean, hard body as he showered soft, repentant kisses over her lips and cheeks, her closed eyelids, her tangled hair. "I should've left you on the Chastity ," he whispered against her mouth. "Atlantis is all right for the others but not for you.

I take it that you mean to seduce me," she murmured between kisses. "Yes." Seduce her and marry her. And then seduce her again, as often as he could. "Well then, carry on." So he did.

Does that sort of blatantly lascivious glance generally sway women to jump into your bed?" she asked tartly. "Often enough to make it worth the attempt.' He grinned. "Besides, it need only work occasionally. "a man must sleep sometime.

I've seen how he looks at you. It's how I look at the last bit of bacon on the serving plate. He likes you"--Cousin Freddy to Maria.

What way am I looking at him?" she asked. "Like he's marzipan, and you want a bite

Why do you think so many women have so many children when some of them know how to prevent it?" He tilted his pelvis up against her. "Because we randy fellows are so good at this that we make you forget.

When I saw the women ranged in the windows, when I saw their calculating looks, assessing my purse...and other things, I realized I didn't want any of them in my bed." ..."That's why I left, princess," he rasped. "Because I realized it was you I wanted in my bed. Only you.

I've never done this with a woman like you before. Never wanted to. I only know... I don't want it to end.