wanted

I've only ever wanted to be a singer I never wanted to be famous.

I wanted to be successful, not famous.

I never wanted to be famous. I only wanted to be great.

I've always wanted to do a space movie.

No, I've never wanted kids. But I do read about parenting a lot.

I've always wanted to make movies that are fever dreams.

I wanted to do something inspirational for my children.

Swallowing, he entered the second code. Then there was a sound like a marble dropping on the floor - bouncing slowly, gradually getting faster as it dropped lower and lower_ The thing was toying with him! Where was it? He strained his hearing, but all was again silent. He wanted to shout and scream obscenities at it, but he fought the impulse. It might not really know his location after all - and that would've led it right to him. It must be coming for him! It must be by the door by now, looking for a way in. Time was running out. He hastily keyed in the third and last code.Death the destroyer never is late!

Are you saying,_ he asked slowly, __hat I rose in your estimation when you found that I wanted you?___f course.___hat__ not the reaction of most people to being wanted.___t isn__.___ost people feel that they rise in their own eyes, if others want them.___ feel that others live up to me, if they want me....

Most people feel that they rise in their own eyes, if others want them.___ feel that others live up to me, if they want me...

It would be so nice to be wanted by someone with the courage to get his hat or stay as he damn pleased, and who gave her credit for the same. Someone who didn't worry about her.

There's nothing cool about turning against God. There's nothing fun or cute or right about compromising who God wanted you to be.

The place where you continually return for love and acceptance__hat's home.

Some women don't care what you can do for them. They care about what you could make of them in the inside.

They left like you knew they would. They went away and you fell like a stone. All the way to the bottom of your room. I see you, yes I see you. Sitting in your chair, hating every minute of it. Falling like a stone without even moving. It hurt you to know that you were right about all the shit you wanted to be wrong about. They always leave you. You put yourself in the right place to get left.

As you may follow, they are an extremely hostile species (i.e. there is no word for __elcome_ in the Ruminarii language.) In four short centuries they had managed to lay waste to almost a thousand star systems, enslaving their populations and stripping them of all they wanted.