#desire

I feel alive when you kiss me. ↗

— Missy Lyons

#desire #kiss #love #lust #romance-novel

Everything you want is just outside your comfort zone. ↗

— Robert Allen

#enlightenment

The supernova sun would be cooler than the fire lighting our desire. ↗

— Missy Lyons

#heat #hot #love #lust #sun

You might be able to kiss like a rock star, but you’ve got to get over this macho trip. You don’t own me. ↗

— Missy Lyons

#love #macho #own #rock-star #want

I looked down, unable to meet the intensity in Nat’s eyes. Tonight, my crush for Nat had moved beyond a crush. The chemistry between us was undeniable, and the more we clashed, the more we wanted each other." - Summer, Perfect Summer ↗

— Kailin Gow

#kailin-gow #loving-summer-series #nat-donovan #new-adult #new-adult-contemporary-romance

I grinned. “So you are human after all.” I touched his chest, feeling him breathe hard in and out. “I always thought you were made of steel, you know,” I said. “Superman?” Nat arched his eyebrows. “No, the Tin Man,” I answered back. I settled my head against his chest, turning my ear to listen to his heartbeat. “I sometimes wondered if you had a heart.” - Summer, Perfect Summer ↗

— Kailin Gow

#desires #kailin-gow #love #loving-summer-series #nat-donovan

I don’t know what makes people start wanting each other any more than I know what makes it stop all of a sudden. I just know that when you lose it once, you’ll never take it for granted again ↗

— Sue Merrell

#divorce #loss #love #love-hurts #love

Die Menschen schleppen dieses Gewicht der Sehnsucht mit sich herum, zum Glück meist nicht sichtbar, sondern ‚latent’ – wie einen inneren blauen Fleck? – und auf einmal ist ohne ersichtlichen Grund, einfach so, jemand da (wer?), auf den diese Sehnsucht in Form von Liebe projiziert wird. Wenn die Grundmuster nicht zusammen passen, nicht übereinstimmen, gleiten sie auseinander, und die Bürde sucht sich ihren Weg zu einem anderen Menschen. Sofern sie nicht wieder unter der Oberfläche verschwindet – ‚latent’ wird. ↗

— Doris Lessing

#love

mysterious money had stood to him as the symbol of earthly good, and the immediate object of toil. He had seemed to love it little in the years when every penny had its purpose for him; for he loved the purpose then. But now, when all purpose was gone, that habit of looking towards the money and grasping it with a sense of fulfilled effort made a loam that was deep enough for the seeds of desire. ↗

— George Eliot

#idolatry #money #love

There is an awkward silence that overcomes you when cross paths with the person that kisses your heart the second that you meet them. It balances on the edge of unknown but always desired. ↗

— Carl Henegan

#kisses #love #unknown #love