Susan Orlean Quotes

I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.

I want to feel passion, I want to feel pain. I want to weep at the sound of your name. Come make me laugh, come make me cry... just make me feel alive.

People's passion and desire for authenticity is strong.

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

All I want is moonlight, with you there inside of me, all night, doing it again and again. You know I want you so bad.

Desire, even in its wildest tantrums, can neither persuade me it is love nor stop me from wishing it were.

I love you. I don't know when it started, years ago or weeks. But I know my heart's lost to you, and I wouldn't have it another way. You're what I want, all there is of you.

I want you. I want you. I want you. Anything to avoid saying: I love you.

If he's forgotten me, I'll make him remember me. I'll make him want me again.

You looove me. You love me this much.

You can feel that he wants to own you - not like an object but like a good dream he wants to keep having. He lets you know that you already own him.

What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.

I want you too much. I want you with me, in my life, in my bed. If i can have that, nothing else matters.

I wonder if you can understand, I never really knew what it was to want, until you.

There is some kiss we want with the whole of our lives.

Love represents a lot of things. You can be in love with someone, you can be in love with something. You don't know why you love something so much, you just do. You gravitate towards it and then you figure it out later.

To care passionately for another human creature brings always more sorrow than joy; but at the same time, Elinor, one would not be without experience. Anyone who has never really loved has never really lived.

Every little thing wants to be loved.

Yet losing him seemed unbearable. He was the one she loved, the one she would always love, and as he leaned in to kiss her, she gave herself over to him. While he held her close, she ran her hands over his shoulders and back, feeling the strength in his arms. She knew he’d wanted more in their relationship than she’d been willing to offer, but here and now, she suddenly knew she had no other choice. There was only this moment, and it was theirs.

The whispers in the morning of lovers sleeping tight are rolling like thunder now as I look in your eyes. I hold on to your body and feel each move you make, your voice is warm and tender, a love that I could not forsake.

Do you know what I feel about you, Devin? About us?...Dazzled, you dazzle me. You make me feel things, and want things I never knew I could have. -Cassie

To an untrained eye, need and love were as easily mistaken for each other as the real master's painting and a forgery.

Once I passed through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions, Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I Casually met there who detained me for love of me, Day by day and night by night we were together—all else Has long been forgotten by me, I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung To me, Again we wander, we love, we separate again, Again she holds me by the hand, I must not go, I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.