It happens that I want you, and so I just haven’t room for any other desires.

What happens to a dream deferred? Daddy, ain’t you heard?

Dream within a dream, Our dream deferred. Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard?

I want you, and I want you forever. One lifetime is simply not enough for me.

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.

Baby, I need your loving
Got to have all your loving.

Good evening, daddy I know you’ve heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred

I want my baby
Where is my baby?
I want my baby
Where is my baby?

All she wanted was to be a little girl, to be efficiently taken care of by some yielding yet superior power, stupider and steadier than herself. It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream

Sweet Love say
Where, how and when
What do you want of me?

Yours I am, for You I was born:
What do you want of me? . . .

Que ton désir soit de l'amour, et que ta possession soit amoureuse.

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

The desire to never leave your side, the desire to never see you again. The desire to see your face asleep on the pillow beside my face and to see your eyes open in the morning when I lie next to you — just watching you, waiting for you to wake up.

I want you any way I can get you. Not because you’re beautiful or clever or kind or adorable, although devil knows you’re all those things. I want you because there’s no one else like you, and I don’t ever want to start a day without seeing you.