Quotes About Needing

I was a very wanting child.

True salvation is a state of freedom — from fear, from suffering, from a perceived state of lack and insufficiency and therefore from all wanting, needing, grasping, and clinging.

What is commonly called 'falling in love' is in most cases an intensification of egoic wanting and needing. You become addicted to another person, or rather to your image of that person. It has nothing to do with true love, which contains no wanting whatsoever.

KING VIDOR: When sound first came in, that's when popcorn and all the drinks started and necking in the theater started, because you could turn away and do all sort of things and you could still hear. You wouldn't miss anything, you know. The sound would take care of it. In silent pictures, you had to pay attention the whole time. You had to sit there and try to figure it out.

It's a life-changing thing to be in a position of needing help and being so lucky as to get it.

Ten to one it's Syn's stupid ass needing something stupid. (Nykyrian) You're hung up on that word, aren't you? (Kiara)

Content is King,' and with more screens needing entertaining content now than at any time in history, that statement is truer than ever.

Needing something or someone meant being vulnerable. It meant the risk of not getting. The pain of not asking was a lot easier to stand than the pain of being refused or rejected.

Man is a mimic animal, happiest acting a part, needing a mask to tell the truth.

Everyone can relate to love, hurt, pain, learning how to forgive, needing to get over, needing the power of God in their life.

When you judge yourself for needing help, you judge those you are helping. When you attach value to giving help, you attach value to needing help. The danger of tying your self-worth to being a helper is feeling shame when you have to ask for help. Offering help is courageous and compassionate, but so is asking for help.

The dizzy rapture of starving. The power of needing nothing. By force of will I make myself the impossible sprite who lives on air, on water, on purity.

Fear sitters down her spine, yet excitement welled up like a fountain.He looked all man, a tough, scarred man at the edge of his control and knowing he was that way because of her--for her-- was exhilarating. She wanted him to look at her like that--all hungry leopard, a man craving--needing her body. HER body. HER skin. HER.

What happens: events interiors, snatch them from the cradle, from the source. I want to watch watching arrive. I want to watch arrivances. I want to find the root of needing to eat. And taste it: work of sweat / sleep.

And solitude is not needing. Not needing leaves a person alone, all alone. Oh, needing doesn't isolate a person, things need things: it's enough to see a chick walking to see that its destiny will be what lack will make of it, its destiny is to join, like drops of mercury cling to other drops of mercury, even though, like all drops of mercury, it has a complete and rounded existence in itself.

There's a quiet moment when my Noise fills the room with Manchee, just fills it with him, side to side, barking and barking and needing a poo and barking some more. And dying.