wanted

He in any form was a drug to the addiction of being desired while she was always wanted.

To be inspired is great, but to inspire is an honor.

She wanted a fucking cock... she wanted sex look in her eyes... you see that... look how she looks at you?

Now you know how badly someone wanted you, Charley. Children forget that sometimes. They think of themselves as a burden instead of a wish granted.

There was nothing special with the way he looked at her but her heart raced even with a glance.

They wanted to help me with my pain.

I made spasmodic efforts to work, assuring myself that once I began working I would forget her. The difficulty was in beginning. There was a feeling of weakness, a sort of powerlessness now, as though I were about to be ill but was never quite ill enough, as though I were about to come down with something I did not quite come down with. It seemed to me that for the first time in my life I had been in love, and had lost, because of the grudgingness of my heart, the possibility of having what, too late, I now thought I wanted. What was it that all my life I had so carefully guarded myself against? What was it that I had felt so threatened me? My suffering, which seemed to me to be a strict consequence of having guarded myself so long, appeared to me as a kind of punishment, and this moment, which I was now enduring, as something which had been delayed for half a lifetime. I was experincing, apparently, an obscure crisis of some kind. My world acquired a tendency to crumble as easily as a soda cracker. I found myself horribly susceptible to small animals, ribbons in the hair of little girls, songs played late at night over lonely radios. It became particularly dangerous for me to go near movies in which crippled girls were healed by the unselfish love of impoverished bellhops. I had become excessively tender to all the more obvious evidences of the frailness of existence; I was capable of dissolving at the least kind word, and self-pity, in inexhaustible doses, lay close to my outraged surface. I moved painfully, an ambulatory case, mysteriously injured.

Nothing humbles a beautiful woman better than not being wanted by a man whose girlfriend or wife is ugly (or not as beautiful as she is).

Given these differences between the sexes, the sexual revolution was the biggest joke men ever played on women. By convincing them that the old rules didn__ apply and that two could play the predator game, men enticed women to do what men have always wanted women to do. But what a price was paid for the new __reedom._ And predictably, women were the ones who got stuck with the bill.

She was lucky to be wanted not desired though, worse pain is the feeling of being unwanted in love.

It really is quite simple. All women really want is to be needed, valued and loved above anyone else and they will make you a keeper. It's your actions she is paying attention to, not your words.

Not all dreams are possible or realistic. When this happens you have to bade them farewell. This isn't failure, but it's a sign of maturity and learning on your part. All you need to do is rethink what you wanted to do, in the first place,and see what you can change.Then that is called determination and that, will lead to you having success.

My dad wanted to name me after Rainier Maria Rilke, the poet.

My dad farmed, my granddad was a farmer. I wanted to be a farmer.

My mom never wanted to be a grandmom. She never wanted to be a mom, really.

I always wanted to be a mom.

I always wanted what Mom and Dad had.

I was 3 when I told my mom that I knew what my dharma was and that I wanted to be an actor.