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“The power of thought is not a compelling force. It is a building force, and it is only when used in the latter sense that desirable results can be produced.”
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“With his release imminent, Knight seems more unsettled than ever. He scratches furiously at his knees. Jail, he's realized, might not be all bad. There's routine and order in jail, and he's able to click into a survival mode that is not too dissimilar, in terms of steeliness of mental state, to the one he'd perfected during winters in the woods. "I'm surrounded in here by less than desirable people," he says, "but at least I wasn't thrown into the waters of society and expected to swim.”
― The Stranger in the Woods: The Extraordinary Story of the Last True Hermit
― The Stranger in the Woods: The Extraordinary Story of the Last True Hermit
“St. Augustine said, "The very pleasures of human life men acquire by difficulties." There are times when the entire arrangement of our existence is disrupted and we long then for just one ordinary day - seeing our ordinary life as greatly desirable, even wonderful, in the light of the terrible disruption that has taken place. Difficulty opens our eyes to pleasures we had taken for granted.”
― Keep a Quiet Heart
― Keep a Quiet Heart
“It is very desirable to have a word to express the Availability for work of the heat in a given magazine; a term for that possession, the waste of which is called Dissipation. Unfortunately the excellent word Entropy, which Clausius has introduced in this connexion, is applied by him to the negative of the idea we most naturally wish to express. It would only confuse the student if we were to endeavour to invent another term for our purpose. But the necessity for some such term will be obvious from the beautiful examples which follow. And we take the liberty of using the term Entropy in this altered sense ... The entropy of the universe tends continually to zero.”
― Sketch Of Thermodynamics
― Sketch Of Thermodynamics
“A sensual lifestyle is all about making a shift from the old way of thinking and stepping into a new one that allows you to be more enchanting.”
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“I could pay you." He regretted the words as soon as they dropped from his lips.
Daisy's face shuttered, and for a moment he thought she'd throw something at him. Lucky for him, the coffee hadn't arrived.
"I'm not a hooker, Liam."
"Jesus Christ. I don't think you're a hooker."
"And just for your information," she continued. "I don't need to sell myself to get sex. Lots of guys want to have sex with me. For free. I don't even let them pay for my dinner. That's how free it is.”
― The Dating Plan
Daisy's face shuttered, and for a moment he thought she'd throw something at him. Lucky for him, the coffee hadn't arrived.
"I'm not a hooker, Liam."
"Jesus Christ. I don't think you're a hooker."
"And just for your information," she continued. "I don't need to sell myself to get sex. Lots of guys want to have sex with me. For free. I don't even let them pay for my dinner. That's how free it is.”
― The Dating Plan
“Matthew knew it was wrong the instant their lips met. Because nothing would ever equal the perfection of Daisy in his arms. He was ruined for life. God help him, he didn’t care.
Her mouth was soft and hot, like sunshine, like the white blaze of a heartwood fire. She gasped as he touched her lower lip with the tip of his tongue. Slowly her hands came to his shoulders, and then he felt her fingers at the back of his head, sliding into his hair to keep him from pulling away. There wasn’t a chance in hell of that happening. Nothing could have made him stop.
A tremor shook his fingers as he bracketed the exquisite line of her jaw in the open framework of his hand, gently angling her face upward. The flavor of her mouth, sweet and elusive, fueled a hunger that threatened to rage out of control… he searched the damp silk beyond her lips, deeper, harder, until she began to breathe in long sighs, her body molding against his.
He let her feel how much stronger he was, how much heavier, one muscular arm clamped along her back, his feet spread to hold her between the powerful length of his thighs. Her upper half was bound in a laced and padded corset. He was almost overcome by a savage desire to tear away the stays and quilting and find the tender flesh beneath.
Instead he sank his fingers into her pinned-up hair and tugged it backward until the weight of her head was cradled in his hand, and her pale throat was exposed. He searched for the pulse he had seen earlier, his lips dragging softly along the secret pathway of nerves beneath her skin. When he reached a senstive spot, he felt the vibration of her suppressed moan against his mouth.
This was what it would be like to make love to her, he thought dazedly… the sweet shivering of her flesh as he entered her, the delicate chaos of her breath, the helpless sounds that rustled in her throat. Her skin, warm and female, scented like tea and talcum and a trace of salt. He found her mouth again, opened it, delving into wet silk, heat, and an intimate flavor that drove him mad.
She should have struggled, but there was only yielding and more softness, driving him past all limits. He began to ravish her mouth with deep, twisting kisses, bringing her body rhythmically against his. He felt her legs part beneath her gown, his thigh fitting neatly between them. She squirmed with innocent desire, her face blooming with the color of late summer poppies. Had she understood exactly what he wanted from her, she would have done more than blush. She would have fainted on the spot.
Lifting his mouth from hers, Matthew pressed his jaw against the side of her head. “I think,” he said raggedly, “this puts to rest any question of whether I find you desirable or not.”
― Scandal in Spring
Her mouth was soft and hot, like sunshine, like the white blaze of a heartwood fire. She gasped as he touched her lower lip with the tip of his tongue. Slowly her hands came to his shoulders, and then he felt her fingers at the back of his head, sliding into his hair to keep him from pulling away. There wasn’t a chance in hell of that happening. Nothing could have made him stop.
A tremor shook his fingers as he bracketed the exquisite line of her jaw in the open framework of his hand, gently angling her face upward. The flavor of her mouth, sweet and elusive, fueled a hunger that threatened to rage out of control… he searched the damp silk beyond her lips, deeper, harder, until she began to breathe in long sighs, her body molding against his.
He let her feel how much stronger he was, how much heavier, one muscular arm clamped along her back, his feet spread to hold her between the powerful length of his thighs. Her upper half was bound in a laced and padded corset. He was almost overcome by a savage desire to tear away the stays and quilting and find the tender flesh beneath.
Instead he sank his fingers into her pinned-up hair and tugged it backward until the weight of her head was cradled in his hand, and her pale throat was exposed. He searched for the pulse he had seen earlier, his lips dragging softly along the secret pathway of nerves beneath her skin. When he reached a senstive spot, he felt the vibration of her suppressed moan against his mouth.
This was what it would be like to make love to her, he thought dazedly… the sweet shivering of her flesh as he entered her, the delicate chaos of her breath, the helpless sounds that rustled in her throat. Her skin, warm and female, scented like tea and talcum and a trace of salt. He found her mouth again, opened it, delving into wet silk, heat, and an intimate flavor that drove him mad.
She should have struggled, but there was only yielding and more softness, driving him past all limits. He began to ravish her mouth with deep, twisting kisses, bringing her body rhythmically against his. He felt her legs part beneath her gown, his thigh fitting neatly between them. She squirmed with innocent desire, her face blooming with the color of late summer poppies. Had she understood exactly what he wanted from her, she would have done more than blush. She would have fainted on the spot.
Lifting his mouth from hers, Matthew pressed his jaw against the side of her head. “I think,” he said raggedly, “this puts to rest any question of whether I find you desirable or not.”
― Scandal in Spring
“Women who hate the notion of being desirable to their men, in essence, deprive themselves of the greatest opportunity to experience the beauty and richness of the world of romance. Of course, it also depends on the caliber of the men they pick. If you choose a man who is sensually in the dark, chances are he may not bring much to the table in terms of romance.”
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“Most people don’t really know what they want and why they want something. Hence, everything seems desirable. As they can never achieve everything, they remain unhappy throughout their lives.”
― 31 Ways to Happiness
― 31 Ways to Happiness
“A combination of choice and chance is necessary to enable the life that is most desirable to exist.”
― Life Is A Circus
― Life Is A Circus
“While a democratic process is morally desirable for arriving at a decision, it doesn’t necessarily produce the best outcomes.”
― Coinman: An Untold Conspiracy
― Coinman: An Untold Conspiracy
“Efficient control over what is experienced is necessary to live a life that is desirable.”
― Life Is A Cocktail
― Life Is A Cocktail
“Me," I said a little more loudly. "Why me?"
"Why not you?" he returned. "Why not the girl who played her music for me in the Goblin Grove when she was a child?"
He had said so much, yet nothing I wanted to hear. That he desired me. That he had chosen me. That he... I wanted to hear the truth in his eyes said aloud. I could feel his gaze upon every part of my body; on my neck, where my shoulder disappeared into the torn sleeves of my blouse, the line of my collarbone as it led to my décolletage, the swell and ebb of my breasts as I breathed. I had waited for this my entire life, I realized. Not to be found beautiful- but desirable. Wanted. I wanted the Goblin King to claim me as his own.
"Why me?" I repeated. "Why Maria Elisabeth Ingeborg Vogler?"
I held his eyes with mine. He had his pride, but so had I. If I were to make good on the promise I made that little dancing boy in the wood all those years ago, I needed to hear validation from his own lips.
"Because," he said. "Because I loved the music within you."
I closed my eyes. His words were the spark to the tinder lining my blood; they touched my heart and warmth blazed from within, spreading through me like wildfire.”
― Wintersong
"Why not you?" he returned. "Why not the girl who played her music for me in the Goblin Grove when she was a child?"
He had said so much, yet nothing I wanted to hear. That he desired me. That he had chosen me. That he... I wanted to hear the truth in his eyes said aloud. I could feel his gaze upon every part of my body; on my neck, where my shoulder disappeared into the torn sleeves of my blouse, the line of my collarbone as it led to my décolletage, the swell and ebb of my breasts as I breathed. I had waited for this my entire life, I realized. Not to be found beautiful- but desirable. Wanted. I wanted the Goblin King to claim me as his own.
"Why me?" I repeated. "Why Maria Elisabeth Ingeborg Vogler?"
I held his eyes with mine. He had his pride, but so had I. If I were to make good on the promise I made that little dancing boy in the wood all those years ago, I needed to hear validation from his own lips.
"Because," he said. "Because I loved the music within you."
I closed my eyes. His words were the spark to the tinder lining my blood; they touched my heart and warmth blazed from within, spreading through me like wildfire.”
― Wintersong
“While it may not be a good idea to take excessive interest in the happenings of the world, it is also not desirable to shut your eyes to it and become aloof and indifferent to the pains or joys of others. It is our awareness of the world that provides us an opportunity to learn from the experience of others—a bad experience that someone has gone through prompts us to take precautions and protect ourselves from a similar fate.”
― 31 Ways to Happiness
― 31 Ways to Happiness
“She pulled out a blue dress made of washed silk that was so soft it felt like skin. Size six. There was another dress in a champagne color- the same cut, very simple, a slip dress to just above the knee. There was a third outfit- a tank and skirt in the same silk, bottle green.
"These are for me?"
"Let's see how they look."
She took the bag into the ladies' room and slipped the blue dress on over her bikini. It fell over Adrienne's body like a dress in a dream- and it would look even better when she had the right underwear. So here was her look. She checked the side of the shopping bag. The clothes had come from a store called Dessert, on India Street, and Adrienne recognized the name of the store as the one owned by the chef's wife, the redhead who had been so kind during soft opening. If you come in, I'd love to dress you, free of charge. So maybe Thatch didn't pay for these clothes. Still, it was weird. Weird that Thatcher had told her she needed a look, weird that he (or the redhead) had perfectly identified it, and weird that she now had to model it for him, proving him right. She stepped out into the dining room.
He gazed at her. And then he gave a long, low whistle. That did it: Her face heated up, the skin on her arms tingled. She had never felt so desirable in all her life.”
― The Blue Bistro
"These are for me?"
"Let's see how they look."
She took the bag into the ladies' room and slipped the blue dress on over her bikini. It fell over Adrienne's body like a dress in a dream- and it would look even better when she had the right underwear. So here was her look. She checked the side of the shopping bag. The clothes had come from a store called Dessert, on India Street, and Adrienne recognized the name of the store as the one owned by the chef's wife, the redhead who had been so kind during soft opening. If you come in, I'd love to dress you, free of charge. So maybe Thatch didn't pay for these clothes. Still, it was weird. Weird that Thatcher had told her she needed a look, weird that he (or the redhead) had perfectly identified it, and weird that she now had to model it for him, proving him right. She stepped out into the dining room.
He gazed at her. And then he gave a long, low whistle. That did it: Her face heated up, the skin on her arms tingled. She had never felt so desirable in all her life.”
― The Blue Bistro
“Throughout history the two biggest factors that have always influenced a woman’s behavior—made her kvetch, capricious and eccentric—were the inherent need to be seen and to be overwhelmingly desired rather than rationally considered.”
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“Rigorous effort should always be employed to correct any wrong life course choices by diverting energies towards a more satisfactory and desirable conclusion.”
― Life Is A Circus
― Life Is A Circus
“Fending off the consequences of our less than desirable choices is confused by the belief that we can fend off the consequences of our less than desirable choices.”
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“The truth will sell itself, despite the fact that it’s seldom advertised and we’re rarely shopping for it.”
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“It’s as if all the pleasures of life are packed in the female frames for the favored to savour them”
― Benign Flame: Saga of Love
― Benign Flame: Saga of Love
“Rhysand whispered to me, his other hand now stroking the bare skin of my ribs in lazy indolent circles, 'Try not to let it go to your head.'
I knew they could all hear it. So did he.
I stared at their bowed heads, my heart hammering, but said with moonlight smoothness, 'What?'
Rhys's breath caressed my ear, the twin to the breath he'd brushed against it merely an hour ago in the skies. 'That every male in here is contemplating what they'd be willing to give up in order to get that pretty, red mouth of yours on them.'
I waited for the blush, the shyness, to creep in.
But I was beautiful. I was strong.
I had survived- triumphed. As Mor had survived in this horrible, poisoned house.
So I smiled a bit, the first smile of my new mask. Let them see the pretty, red mouth, and my white, straight teeth.
His hand slid higher up my thigh, the propriety touch of a male who knew he owned someone body and soul.”
― A Court of Mist and Fury
I knew they could all hear it. So did he.
I stared at their bowed heads, my heart hammering, but said with moonlight smoothness, 'What?'
Rhys's breath caressed my ear, the twin to the breath he'd brushed against it merely an hour ago in the skies. 'That every male in here is contemplating what they'd be willing to give up in order to get that pretty, red mouth of yours on them.'
I waited for the blush, the shyness, to creep in.
But I was beautiful. I was strong.
I had survived- triumphed. As Mor had survived in this horrible, poisoned house.
So I smiled a bit, the first smile of my new mask. Let them see the pretty, red mouth, and my white, straight teeth.
His hand slid higher up my thigh, the propriety touch of a male who knew he owned someone body and soul.”
― A Court of Mist and Fury
“It was terribly embarrassing, but for the first time in my life, I didn’t really care what the cute girls thought of me or what my friends thought of me, for that matter. God kept winking at me this whole trip, so I figured that even in my sullied state, He must still find me pretty desirable.”
― Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose
― Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose
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