Passionate Yearning Quotes

Sexual desire is a state not unlike hunger.

The anticipation and dread he felt at seeing her was also a kind of sensual pleasure, and surrounding it, like an embrace, was a general elation--it might hurt, it was horribly inconvenient, no good might come of it, but he had found out for himself what it was to be in love, and it thrilled him.

Nothing else but an insatiate thirst of enjoying a greedily desired object.

I was Amazement--I was Desire--I was Ecstasy and Rapture and the slightest bit of Greed.

I'm losing my mind without you.” His lips were gliding down my neck, his tongue stroking over my racing pulse. He sucked on my skin and pleasure radiated through me. “I can’t think. I can’t work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.

My waking thoughts are all of thee. Your portrait and the remembrance of last night's delirium have robbed my senses of repose. Sweet and incomparable Josephine, what an extraordinary influence you have over my heart. Are you vexed? Do I see you sad? Are you ill at ease? My soul is broken with grief, and there is no rest for your lover.

The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care

desire is a beast that must be fed!

I look at her wish we could go inside and make love on the couch. Dive inside each other. Take each other. Make each other. Nothing happens, though.

I stare at her for a long moment. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.

The feeling of loving her and being loved by her welled up in him, and he could taste the adrenaline in the back of his throat, and maybe it wasn't over, and maybe he could feel her hand in his again and hear her loud, brash voice contort itself into a whisper to say I-love-you as if it were a secret, and an immense one.

The sexual drive is nothing but the motor memory of previously remembered pleasure.

I have always been full of lust - as I am now - but I have always been placing conceptual obstacles in my own path.

The heart wants what it wants.

I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.

There's an, oh such a hungry yearning burning inside of me.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine.

But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted everything from him: his mind, his body, his name and, most of all, his heart.

You call it hope-that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire.

You have been the last dream of my soul.

Each night I lie and dream about the one Who kissed me and awakened my desire I spent a single hour with him alone And since that hour, my days are layed with fire.

He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. “I thought I’d die for wanting you.

Entirety exists within me as exuberance in empty longing in the desire to burn with desire.