#desires

I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires. ↗

— Khalil Gibran

#desires #dreamer #dreams #humblest #i

Take the trouble to stop and think of the other person's feelings, his viewpoints, his desires and needs. Think more of what the other fellow wants, and how he must feel. ↗

— Maxwell Maltz

#feel #feelings #fellow #his #how

Criminals interest me, because they're driven by the same desires as we are, but they take these disastrous shortcuts and end up in a real mess. ↗

— Colin Wilson

#criminals #desires #disastrous #driven #end

Each of us has immense potential to achieve what we desire, unless we enliven and enlighten our life with inspiration, bring our dreams or desires into reality we will never shine as bright as our potential. ↗

— Steven Redhead

#desire #desires #dreams #enlighten #enliven

All their life, people work hard to earn money, and they never earn enough money to fulfill their dreams. Is this a paradox? ↗

— Saurabh Sharma

#life #money #paradox #self-help #work

One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#desires #love

He treasured her, treasured her tears, treasured her love for others. Her heart might even be big enough to fill that empty space in his own chest. Perhaps she could be his heart as well. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#mickey #scandalous-desires #love

He grunted and stirred, withdrawing from her. She only had a moment to be disappointed and then he flipped her to her back and rose over her, powerful and male. He casually parted her legs with his knees and thrust into her again, hot and hard. She gasped at the swift invasion, the lovely feeling, and then his face was next to hers, his big palms cradling her cheeks. “What I want,” he drawled, “is ye. Nothin’ else. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#mickey #oh-gawd-hawt #scandalous-desires #silence #love

Mickey cursed under his breath, letting his head fall back against the wall. His c*ck still beat angrily against his clothing. Once he would’ve simply sent for a whore. Now that thought was oddly unsatisfying. He could have a willing woman, a woman who would do anything he might request of her, even the most exotic acts of sex, but instead his flesh wanted just one woman. A woman who was as fierce in her maternal love as he had been as a boy in his will to survive. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#mickey #scandalous-desires #love

Will ye be wantin’ this now, madam?” “Yes, please,” she whispered. She wanted to engrave the sight of him thus, about to make love to her, in her mind. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#mickey #oh-gawd-hawt #scandalous-desires #silence #love