Quotes About Desire

Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.

We are all going, I thought, and it applies to turtles and turtlenecks, Alaska the girl and Alaska the place, because nothing can last, not even the earth itself. The Buddha said that suffering was caused by desire, we'd learned, and that the cessation of desire meant the cessation of suffering. When you stopped wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you'd stop suffering when they did.

Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy . . . well.

I've never known before what it feels like to want someone - not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to want them, to want them. And now I do. So maybe I do believe in epiphanies.

But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating so I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane.

Lacey shrugged bashfully. "Do you think I'm superficial?" "Well, yeah." I thought of myself standing outside Becca's bedroom, hoping she'd take off her shirt. "But so am I," I added. "So is everyone."

I faced in myself a passionate and tenacious longing--to put away thought forever, and all the trouble it brings, all but the nearest desire, direct and searching. To take the trail and not look back..Let the rest of mankind find me if it could.

he. 'I have no doubt that some of them are honest enough by their own lights, that they are motivated by what they see as a genuine desire to change the political system. But on the other hand, I know as a fact that many of them are not, that they are merely cynical opportunists with an eye to their own gain.

Her mother wanted to sell the Hush. The girl wanted its secrets. It was an old argument.

No appetite. No sensation in a dry stomach. No desire. No orchids sweet enough to taste. Not the sort of woman to eat sandwiches on a bus. At least not the sort of woman who would eat in the dark. Not anymore.

Providence has delivered me of every worldly passion, save this one; the desire to acquire books, new or old books of any kind, whose charms I cannot persuade myself to resist.

Would ye both eat your cake and have your cake?

Maine is a beautiful place that I paradoxically want to hoard to myself and share with everyone I meet.

I don't know about you, but the reason I left my parents was because I wanted the freedom to sleep with girls. My sons have that – and they still have their mother to wash their clothes and cook their meals. No wonder they don't want to go!

We stopped being perfect around the time when Eve picked the apple and started coming on to Adam. That

From the moment I saw you, I wanted you in my dreams

Last night, lost in spaces between star—bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you

burnt by the sun of your mouth, I'm unable to speak or paint you with words

you are the mysterious fire at my finger tips

put out the candles with your fire—I'm on fire

We cry to God for blessings but we do not really want him. He has to teach us that he is the greatest blessing of all.

It is too late. I love him. I know it may bring me grief, and I can't do a thing about it. Mr. Congreve was right about love being a frailty of the mind.

Ghosts may also exist because we will them to exist.

Todas estas conversaciones eran mentiras basadas en un deseo único e imposible: parecer normales. O, por lo menos, lo bastante normales como para que nos dejaran volver a casa.