Quotes About Urge

I'm addicted to the deal, to the next thing. It's irresistible.

Truce, she decided and held out a hand. When he only stared at her,she gave a quick huff and swallowed another morsel of pride. Please. Trapped by the single word,he took the offered hand. All right. When she would have drawn her hand away, he tightened his grip. Why? I don't know, Gennie told him with fresh impatience. Just a wild urge to see if I can get along with an ogre. At the ironic lift of his brow, she sighed. All right,that was just a quick slip.I take it back.

Give me one of those chicken tits.

A woman eats to feed her pussy. Meaning: Anything we do to excess is in compensation for not getting a minimum amount of sexual gratification.

I want to fuck you so bad I can taste it

a creature of impulse.

Yap?lan her ÅŸeye her an dikkat edilen zoraki bir topluluk yaÅŸam?n?n, en az?ndan geçici bir süre için de olsa, toplumdan kaçmaya yönelik dayan?lmaz bir güdü yaratt??? çok iyi bilinmektedir.

in a sense, all poetry is positional: to try to express one's position in regard to the universe embraced by consciousness, is an immemorial urge. The arms of consciousness reach out and grope, and the longer they are the better. Tentacles, not wings, are Apollo's natural members.

I have the European urge to use my feet when a drive can be dispensed with

But then, in a sense, all poetry is positional: to try to express one's position in regard to the universe embraced by consciousness, is an immemorial urge.

Mr. Wilson affirms that the only characteristic Nabokov trait in my translation (aside from an innate sado-masochistic urge to torture both the reader and himself, as Mr. Wilson puts it in a clumsy attempt to stick a particularly thick and rusty pin into my effigy) is my addiction to rare and unfamiliar words. It does not occur to him that I may have rare and unfamiliar things to convey; that is his loss.

It had been centuries since he'd last succumbed to the kinds of feelings that usually signalled an impending catastrophic bout of self-destructiveness. He either wanted to kill something, or he wanted to fuck something...and the latter something was Cat.

For he knew there was a pit of sexuality out there and that he longed to throw himself into it.

The heart knows nothing, sees nothing, but it kicks up a ruckus, throws tantrums to get what it wants.

You remember how much I come? ~Rush

To promise not to do a thing is the surest way in the world to make a body want to go and do that very thing.

Altruism is masked self-interest. Aggressive self-interest is a masked urge to self-destruction.

As long as they have the wish to kill, they will not lose the lust to procreate.

No, vanity - that was his weakness: the urge to constantly prove to himself and to others that nothing and no one could withstand him and that his heart didn't know either fear nor pity. Liar. He was afraid of everything. Especially himself.

We are the total of our longings [...]

There is more in a human life than our theories of it allow. Sooner or later something seems to call us onto a particular path. You may remember this something as a signal moment in childhood when an urge out of nowhere, a fascination, a peculiar turn of events struck like an annunciation: This is what I must do, this is what I've got to have. This is who I am.

Sooner or later something seems to call us onto a particular path. You may remember this "something" as a signal calling in childhood when an urge out of nowhere, a fascination, a peculiar turn of events struck like an annunciation: This is what I must do, this is what I've got to have. This is who I am.

He felt a very great tenderness, such as one feels with a beautiful child, and with it the same selfish unreasonable urge to protect it from all the things it does not know yet, not because of saving it hurt, but to keep it beautiful.

Fang? Are you- like Max? asked Dr. Martinez. Nope,he said, sounding bored. I'm the smart one. I resisted the urge to kick him in the shin.