Jack Kerouac Quotes

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

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

I was doing that thing the infatuated do, stitching destiny onto the person we want stitched to us.

It'll be impossible to protect Brittany for the rest of her life from all the other guys who want to be near her, to see her as I've seen her. Touch her as I've touch her. Man, I never want to let her go.

Love is jealous, and ingenious in self-torture in proportion as it is pure and intense.

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

You see," she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him.

She was yours, if you'd truly wanted her," Harry continued, a pitiless smile touching his lips. "But I wanted her more.

The fact is, I love him. He's the boy I want and one day he'll be MINE.

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.

I’ve never been jealous before I met you, it burns, luv. Like silver through my veins. Some nights, watching you with other men on your jobs, I think it will drive me mad. (Bones)

She's awfully fond of Wendy,' he said to himself. He was angry with her now for not seeing why she could not have Wendy. The reason was so simple: 'I'm fond of her too. We can't both have her, lady.

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

That is human nature, that people come after you, willingly enough, provided only that you no longer love or want them.

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.

It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.

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.

Mine was the unbearable jealousy a cultured pearl must feel toward a genuine one. Or can there be such a thing in this world as a man who is jealous of the woman who loves him, precisely because of her love?

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

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

To put to rest any doubts you might have… I’m jealous of every man who comes within ten feet of you. I’m jealous of the clothes on your skin and the air you breathe. I’m jealous of every moment you spend out of my sight

Oh love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I'll be anybody you want me to be.

And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself. I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide that you don’t want me? How could you want me like I want you?

I didn't want to feel such love for someone else. I still wanted to be the object of that tidal wave.

Am I jealous? he thought, astonished. Jealous of the chance object to which she has attached herself? Jealous of something that does not concern me? One can be jealous of a love that has turned away, but not of that to which it has turned.