Quotes About Desire

I am dying of love. That is how it is...I loved her so! And I love her still....and am dying of love for her. - I kissed her alive...and she looked as beautiful as if she had been dead. ~ Erik

Love me and you'll see! To be good, all I ever needed was to be loved. If you loved me, I'd be gentle as a lamb and you could do whatever you pleased with me.

I'm sick and tired of having a forest and a torture chamber in my house... I want to have a nice quiet flat with ordinary doors and windows and a wife inside it, like anybody else!

I moved closer to him, attracted, fascinated: in the midst of such passion, death itself became appealing...

As long as you thought me handsome, you could have come back, I know you would have come back.

You must know . . . that I'm made entirely of death, from head to foot, and that it's a corpse loves you, adores you, and will never leave you, never! I'm going to have the coffin enlarged, Christine, for later, when we've come to the end of our love.

You clearly love him! Your fears, your terror, all of that is still born of love, and love of that most exquisite kind, the kind that one does not admit even to oneself. The kind that gives you a thrill when you think of it.

I am dying of love. That is how it is...I loved her so! And I love her still....and am dying of love for her. - I kissed her alive...and she looked as beautiful as if she had been dead.

Rien n'était plus froid, rien n'était plus mort que son cÅ"ur : il avait aimé un ange et il méprisait une femme.

Well, then, it's quite simple . . . Christine Daaé shall leave this as she pleases and come back again! . . . Yes, come back again, because she wishes . . . come back of herself, because she loves me for myself! . . .

I will play you Mozart, if you like, which will only make you weep; but my Don Juan, Christine, burns; and yet he is not struck by fire from heaven.

Il ne m'a manqué que d'être aimé pour être bon!

He had a heart that could have held the empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar

Why you love him! Your fear, your terror, all that is just love and love of the most exquisite kind, the kind which people do not admit even to themselves...

Know that it is a corpse who loves you, worships you, and will never, never, leave you.

All I wanted was to be loved for myself

Reich implied notions of collective will rather than a dichotomy of deception and undeceived desire: "We must accept the screams of Reich: no, the masses were not deceived; at a particular moment, they actually desired a fascist regime" (FD 215).

me, like the feeling you get when you've just splurged on something too expensive and they're wrapping it up in soft tissue paper. You know you're going to feel bad in hours, maybe minutes, but right now you feel decadent, in control.

Education stems from the desire to learn. With that, you don't need schools. Without it, all the schools in the UNIVERSE are useless.

Is it any duller than on EARTH? Whose inhabitants spend most of their lives trying to get laid, watching sitcoms on television, and grunting for money?

Education stems from the desire to learn. With that, you don't need schools. Without it, all the schools in the UNIVERSE are useless.

It's easy to become anything you wish . . . so long as you're willing to forfeit your soul.

When the sun finally went down, the cameras started rolling, and I started running around the edge of the Lincoln Center fountain, shouting for all I was worth, "I want everything I've ever seen in the movies!" And the fountain was turned on, in the film and in my life.

I have said that I cannot explain my desire for her, and it is true. I loved her with a love thirsty and desperate. I felt that we two might commit some act so atrocious that the world, seeing us, would find it irresistible.