Desire, burning desire, is basic to achieving anything beyond the ordinary.
Kiril sat up and raked a hand through his hair. In the light of dawn, Shara was still on his mind. She was a Dark, a spy sent to monitor a spy.
Are you going to take me for a ride or kiss me?" He was going to do both, but the ride wasn't going to be in his car. Kiril released her. "Get in.
You've got to have this burning desire in your chest to succeed.
The thing for me is I never had this burning desire to do a solo record my whole life.
Kiril." His name was but a whisper upon the wind, a sigh upon her lips. Her gaze silently begged him while her hands continued their magic upon his aching cock. As if he could deny her -- or himself -- the pleasure that awaited.
And I guess I'm the assignment that will put you right with your family?" "Yes." "It's no' going to happen, lass." She turned her head to him. "Then why did you bring me with you tonight?" "Something I've been asking myself.
I don't see myself necessarily having a burning desire to write a symphony.
It's true that I've never had a burning desire to rebel against my parents.
Love lasts a long time but burning desire lasts two to three weeks.
I don't have any particular burning desire to go back to being cuddly. Not really.
There is one quality which one must possess to win, and that is definiteness of purpose, the knowledge of what one wants, and a burning desire to possess it.
I’m the thing you most desire, you represent the thing I least desire, death. It’s just the opposite of love.
Everyone burns, as the Buddha says, in their own way. Some burn with anger, some with lust, some with a desire for vengeance, some with fear. But inside us burn many fires, not just one. We are legion, we contain a multitude.
A strange girl, all phosphorous and cantharides, burning with every desire! And burning with every vice!
In my heart, a live fire Like the morning sun Burning my mind, to purify the soul That is my love. In my dream a burning desire Like the lights from a diamond Make my life ever precious That is my love. my mind an ever longing As the moon longing for...
A burning itch to know is higher than a solemn vow to pursue truth. To feel the burning itch of curiosity requires both that you be ignorant, and that you desire to relinquish your ignorance.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles ...
He rose up over her, intending to enter her when she suddenly sat up and shoved at his shoulders. He fell onto his back with a grunt. Shara was on all fours, her hair tousled, as she crawled toward him. In all his millennia of life, he had never seen...
Chasing something external to satisfy the internal is a hollow practice. The only thing you can chase is yourself and you are already here!
His fingers painted my skin with ruby red patterns of desire. In Keahi’s kiss I could taste the red burn of chili encrusted in the rich sweetness of melted chocolate. I breathed in his scent and it spoke to me of vanilla. The ink of my malu tattoo ...
