Until she stopped wanting me to, and even then I tried.

Like any mother, I never stop wanting to protect my children.

A few months after that I had stopped wanting to look.

Though she was completely out of his reach, he couldn't stop wanting her, and not just in a physical sense.

But Barbara never stopped wanting a different sort of life.

If he stopped wanting me around one day, it wouldn't be so terrible.

And afterward, after everything, I couldn't stop wanting to know more.

Keep this up, inmates say, and people will stop wanting to come.

If Gus had stopped wanting her, what did that mean?

They still had a double bed, though God knows why; he never touched her; and a couple of years back she'd stopped wanting him to.