Quotes About Desire

And he drank, and the more he drank the more he longed to drink, because the wine was enchanted.

The saint endeavours to recover a gift which he has lost; the sinner tries to obtain something which was never his. In brief, he repeats the Fall.

I cannot sleep for dreaming; I cannot dream but I wake and walk about the house as though I'd find you coming through some door.

I have not moved from there to here without I think to please you, and still an everlasting funeral marches round your heart.

Why am I trying to become what I don't want to be … when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am.

I may think of you softly from time to time. But I'll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.

Chris: I don't know why it is, but every time I reach out for something I want, I have to pull back because other people will suffer.

You knew what I wanted." "And you knew what I wanted." "Yeah, to make yourself feel pretty at someone's agony. Fuck you.

One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap.—And I found her bitter.—And I cursed her.

The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.

I could never throw Love out of the window.

Satan, you clown, you want to dissolve me with your charms. Well, I want it. I want it! Stab me with a pitchfork, sprinkle me with fire!

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

These verses believe; they love; they hope; that is all.

Je devrais avoir mon enfer pour la colère, mon enfer pour l'orgueil, - et l'enfer de la caresse; un concert d'enfers.

Aphrodite's thirst was never quenched; it was cruel and dreamy. It was certainly the most splendid kind of thirst.

La musique savante manque à notre désir

I will never possess my hand.

Your strawberry-raspberry taste, your flowery flesh

And think of me. It's worth the loss of the world. I'm lucky to see my suffering ended. Alas: my life was little more than a few mild madnesses.

Il n'y a personne ici et il y a qeulqu'un: je ne voudrais pas répandre mon trésor.

Tu viendras, tu viendras, je t'aime ! Ce sera beau. Tu viendras, n'est-ce pas, et même... Elle - Et mon bureau ?

Eternas ondinas, dividid el agua fina. Venus, del azul hermana, conmueve las puras aguas. Judío errante en Noruega, dime, ¿cómo nieva? Viejos exiliados tiernos, contadme el océano. YO-. Nunca esas bebidas puras, ni esas flores de florero, ni leyendas, ni figuras, saciarme pudieron. Coplista, tu ahijada es mi sed que se desboca, hidra íntima sin bocas que roe y devasta.

Vei r?mâne o hien?",exclam? demonul care îmi încisese fruntea cu o cunun? de maci superbi."DobândeÅŸte-Å£i moartea,cu toate poftele tale,cu egoismul t?u ÅŸi cu toate p?catele tale grele!