Simone Elkeles Quotes

I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you.

I saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you. That wanting nearly drove me mad.” Patch paused, inhaling softly, as though breathing me in. “And now that I have you, the only thing that terrifies me is having to go back to that place. Having to want you all over again, with no hope of my desire ever being fulfilled. You’re mine, Angel. Every last piece of you. I won’t let anything change that.

What we desire is not to possess a woman, but to be the only one to possess her.

I didn't like seeing you with him" he says. "I don't think I'd like seeing you with any other guy....beside me.

I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.

But Ash, I can't continue to want you from a distance. To love you and not have you. I'd end up in jail if anyone tried to touch you and God forbid you tried to date someone.

I want you too much. I want you with me, in my life, in my bed. If i can have that, nothing else matters.

Just you,' Hardy said when he got his breath back. 'All I want is you.

I want whatever part of you I can have.

I think I've been skeptical of violent passion for a long time. I think 'Pinkerton' is about that a lot - seeing how, every time I've felt really passionate for someone, as soon as I 'acquire' them or feel like I've acquired them, the passion goes away.

I think most people can relate to the feeling of love spilling over into obsession.

I had fallen in love once with someone, and I remember it being so distinct, where after the first time they'd hug me, I never wanted another man to ever touch me ever again.

I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.

There is no room in my body for anything but you.

Good because I want you too. Now. Forever. Just you

We covet what is guarded; the very care invokes the thief. Few love what they may have.

The love to which ego is attached is a form of jealousy - this is why nobody is as jealous as lovers are. The love which is attached to the ego is a conspiracy and a trick to possess the other. It is a conspiracy - that is why nobody suffocates so many people as those who talk of love. This situation is created because of the 'love' which comes from the ego - there can never be any relation between love and the ego.

Her memory's your love. You want no other.

I wanted all of her and resented other boys for wanting any part of her.

He bowed is head into my throat, groaning softly. "I loved you long before you loved me. Its the only thing I have you beat at, and ill bring it up every chance I get." His mouth pressed to my skin, took on a devilish curve. "Lets get out of here. I'm taking you back to my place, this time for good. We have unfinished business, and I think its time we do something about it.

Tris.” I keep staring. “Tris.” I finally look at him. “I just don’t want to lose you.

Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it.

You are mine-you know you're mine!" he cried wildly...the moonlight twisted in through the vines and listened...the fireflies hung upon their whispers as if to win his glance from the glory of their eyes.

You look good wearing my future.

There are times when a lover longs to be also a father and a brother: he is jealous of the years he hasn't shared.