Quotes About Desire

Just as no one needs a drill bit, no one needs a real estate broker. What they need and want is how it makes them feel to get what a broker can get them.

Everyone has a problem, a desire, and a narrative. Who will you seek to serve?

Curious is the key word. It has nothing to do with income, nothing to do with education, and certainly nothing to do with organized religion. It has to do with a desire to understand, a desire to try, a desire to push whatever envelope is interesting. Leaders are curious because they can't wait to find out what the group is going to do next. The changes in the tribe are what are interesting, and curiosity drives them.

We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.

Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart

You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

Sá»± si mê c?a Ä'àn ông tàn l?i nhanh hÆ¡n nhan s?c Ä'àn bà

Inside its crumbling walls the house is riddled with bullet holes, and in its garden only the crimson dahlias still hold their heads high. Jing is lying on a chaise longue [sic] playing with his bird. 'I thought you were in prison.' He looks up, his eyes filled with hate and desire. 'You are my prison.

It wasn't an itch. It was a sickness. It was poison blazing through him, thinking of her all the time, watching her, touching her, wanting and wanting and wanting until his mind went black.

Something inside his chest unlocked--wildly, slowly, a peculiar sort of melting. He was lost. He was the thorn and the thistle, blown upon her breeze. He felt, strangely enough, staring into her yes, like he was going to weep.

Lia, all that I am is what I do. I'm not meant for a tame sort of life, to dwell in bucolic splendor. I'm a city rat. I ache for it. I was made for it. And I wouldn't expect you to live as I do. I wouldn't want that for you. But its all I have to offer. Then--I accept. He brought a hand to his forehead and began to laugh. Its like being snared in a sugartrap. You wont listen.

rape or seduction, he'd take either

I lay in my bed and tried not to miss him, to miss the entire experience of him. I wanted to feel the shape of him beside me. I wanted him to touch my hair. To kiss me, long and velvety slow.

Im going to kiss you, Eleanore he said quietly, still looking at her. Not now. Later. His eyes cut back to mine. I thought it fair to tell you first. I stilled. If you think you can do so without me biting your lip, feel free to try. His gaze shone wicked blue. I dont mind if you bite. Biting your lip off, I should have said. Ah,Lets see how it goes, shall we?

I want you in the sky, and against the earth. I want to kiss you again, I want to touch you, I want to feel you in my arms and I want to hear you gasping my name when I'm inside you. I want all that, and I want it badly. Every time I look at you, I want it. -Kit to Rue

he wanted to and she wanted him to, whether she fully realized it yet or not.

He really did want to leave her alone. Forever. Every time they crossed paths he became more and more entangled. He didn't know why. It wasn't as though she was charming or pleasant. But she was beautiful and seductive as hell. Damn it! Chapter 7

She looked down at him with eyes all but clouded over from pleasure. "You look like sin incarnate," she said. "There's a reason people keep sinning. Even when they know it's wrong, it feels so very right.

You don't like it?" she asked. "I do. But you make me forget that I must behave." Lorrie looked into his eyes, which were a shade darker than the summer sky she was used to. "Oh, don't behave. I am so weary of always behaving." "Good.

In a way, we're all addicts by nature.

Lovers do things together! They rent videos, they ride Ferris wheels, they go out for pizza, they play Scrabble. They . . . they talk!' 'Talk?' He lifted his head and frowned, his eyes puzzled. 'We talk all the time, Raine. I've never had such talkative sex.' 'That's just it!' She wiggled, flailed, but couldn't budge him. 'Two minutes alone with you, and I'm flat on my back. Every single time!' A slow, knowing grin spread over his face. 'Is this your way of telling me you want to be on top?

She was a fairy-tale princess out of his comic book fantasies. She glowed like a star. He hated it. It made his jaw clench [...]. It made him want to wreck something, punch walls, hurl plates. He wanted to drag her into a corner and rip off her glittering veil of illusions. Remind her that she was his beautiful wild animal, not this remote, perfect being. She was earth and sweat and blood and bone, she was hunger and need and howling at the moon. Just like him. Part of him.