Desire Love Quotes
The mind confines our outlooks to a mere bundles of desires, pleasures, prejudices, and fears to safeguard the body it inhabits.
Do no drown me with mediocrity, give me passion, desire, make me inhale breaths of lust and love in the dark hours that tingle down my spine...
So black is my heart for it is buried in the fiery chasm of untameable passion. It beats in the dark recesses of unquenchable thirst for love and desire from which there is no return...
I know the difference between the confection of live as sung in a minstrel's tale and the sustaining bread of love in reality, he defended himself. Both are to be savoured in their own way.
Love is a kind of symptom that arises through the repression of libido.
When you're looking for a relationship, the process weakens you. you feel you have to bear with whatever the other person wants. Each of the people I have met has made this a little more clear.
If you put me on a pedestal, I will fall off because I can never achieve the perfection of your expectations.
Memory chooses to preserve what desire cannot hope to sustain.
If I have you for a day, I'll want you for a week. If I have you for a week, I'll want you for another week.
You asked about love. I don't know about love, Daphne. I just know I don't want anything but you. I don't want to anywhere but with you.
It had ever, as I told the reader, been one of the singular blessings of my life, to be almost every hour of it miserably in love with some one....
...he was conscious of the disastrous fact that love and desire must be expressed in the same way...
I do not mind when you tell me what you want and put that first instead of last.
Part those sheetslike holy watersand I will worship you skinlike a born-againbeliever.
That was desire messing with physics: putting its finger on the record and then slowing it down, making sure you heard every word spoken, and memorized it.
...it's better to wake up amid the pangs of desire than amid those of remorse.
I want her beyond reason. I need to own, consume, worship, devour. What I've made of her in my mind cannot live in flesh.
Making love with you Is like drinking sea water. The more I drink The thirstier I become, Until nothing can slake my thirst But to drink the entire sea.
Desire is easy to fight. Especially when the only weapon desire possess is attraction. It's not so easy when you're trying to win a war against the heart.
What a woman tells her lover in desireshould be written out on air & running water.
Love is giving without desiring, it's giving without requiring, but know that it will be returned. Maybe not as expected, but as needed
Fall for me, as an apple falls, as rain falls, because you must. Use gravity to anchor your desire.
But the more I think it, the more I want her, the more my desire rises and swells.
Beneath the moons' shadowscape, wisdom, women, whiskey and you are a dangerous and provocative combination...
His entire presence was like gravity, impossible to forget, possible to believe in, a theory merged into a law.
I was still madly in love with her when I left her but the desire had died, and not all the years of sharing and caring and discovering and journeying could keep me from fleeing.
I love silent conversations accompanied by a soft caress on my skin and my head on your chest listening to your heart desires.
Few things are as painful as the unfulfilled desire to be near to another you love.
I desire to know you. Every breath of your heart, every fleeting look on your face, the rhythm of your joys, and the melancholy of your sorrows.
My heart feels strong for you, my desire isn’t just to marry you and let this be our moment, Kiersten. I want to marry you and create a million moments every single day.
He cannot think. He can scarcely breathe. But he has no desire to either, he simply wants to keep kissing her.
Wellsted will remember this moment for the rest of his life. It is the first time he desires something for himself that is not dedicated to his own advancement. It is the moment he falls in love.
False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu! Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.
To live in the shadow of another person...to desire to be adored as that person is....is the weakest ambition of all. Find yourself. Be loved as yourself.
Beso me without desire so I may hear her coo, that grew in you
I want to feel the victory of being desired by someone I once found desirable.
Feel my passion, Taste my desire, Unite and intertwine our emotions, Dare to be one with me, I in return will allow you to touch my soul.
Love, is sometimes a simpler form of slowly dying, it's like a bullet that ricochets off time's walls of desire, waiting to hit that picture perfect heart of regrets.
