I was hot and horny as hell. Which was typical of me. I’m twenty-five, and I’m healthy, and a healthy girl is always thinking about sex.
I was hot and horny as hell. Which was typical of me. I’m twenty-five, and I’m healthy, and a healthy girl is always thinking about sex.
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.
Desire is the foundation of our greatness. Without it, we are stranded; we cannot go anywhere. You won't get, what you don't eagerly desire.
A wish becomes a greatest desire at the very moment when a person's belief in the seemingly impossible is stronger than any doubt.-Kevin McNamara
But every spiteful word she ever wrote him was effortless love clenched in her fists. Her heart screaming for stability in this fiery game of desire.
When faced with people who have very limited conversational skills and no apparent desire to cultivate any it's always easier to simply go along.
There is what we desire to do, and what we are able to do. When those two things don’t coincide, which path should we pursue to find happiness?
This great handsomeness I took into myself later when he desired me, but I took it as one breathes air, or swallows a snowflake, or yields to the sun.
A major challenge we face today, therefore, is to create a desire in people to learn; and to foster and facilitate this desire throughout their lives.
True passion motivates the life forces and brings forth all things good.... desire is the poor cousin to passion, ever hungry and with no real result.
There are two kinds of people in this world: people who want to be desired, and people who want to be desired so much that they pretend they don't.
Once you see that your skin and your gift are two sides of the same coin, you can never forget it. It preserves religion from any arrogance and denial.
If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.
The stranger was as white as a gallon of milk, and I felt the desire to pour his soul into my coffee. I’d drink him like the ghost of my grandpa.
And in his eyes he had the look of the cat who inspires a desire to caress but loves no one, who never feels he must respond to the impulses he arouses.