Need Quotes

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

The world is already yours - why try to conquer it?

My heart only ever had one thought, one want. One need. Despite all, in spite of all...All my heart has ever wanted is you.

They'll say you are bad
or perhaps you are mad
or at least you
should stay undercover.
Your mind must be bare
if you would dare
to think you can love
more than one lover.

We need houses as we need clothes, architecture stimulates fashion. It’s like hunger and thirst - you need them both.

I just want my stories to be mine.

But I love you and I want you and I need you. Can’t you see that? This world has nothing to offer me if it doesn’t include you.

The paper is my savior, the pen my blood, to words that shed my world.

He tilted my chin up and I swear those lips are magic. Witchcraft. Sorcery. Whatever it is in those lips, it’s addictive. Unassailable. I had to have more. More of this feeling of being wanted.

Almost everybody gets tired and bored by one lackadaisical topic. If you hit them with something delicious, like a sexy adventure, then the world will want to hear you speak, mind you! Don't become a vulgarian.

What they, in their innocence, cannot comprehend is that a properly constituted, healthy, decent man never writes, acts, or composes.

Just because someone says it is so doesn't mean it is.

We are in the world to support one another.

Moments are words that need to be written.

I felt need. It was you. I can never allow myself to need you. So, my only choice is to make you need me, because ridding myself of you is no longer an option.

Please, always look at me this way. Stare into my eyes and see me for who I am and know that there is nothing more than this. When the world calls things into question, you need not question me because I will always be here for you.

I can’t need you, but I need you to need me. I know that makes me a selfish bastard but it’s all I can offer.

Half naked, he drank her in with his eyes, imprinting this moment into his mind. This, he would take to his death – the woman that stirred him to life.

Are we truly obeying the command to love our neighbor as ourselves if we're storing up money for potential future needs when our neighbor is laboring today under actual present needs?

Authors always carry a means for scribbling and an excuse for pausing, often inopportunely, to record those fleeting sparks of creative fancy that might otherwise vanish like a wisp in the wind if ignored.  Writing is a jealous and needy lover.