Quotes About Desire

Some nights I want Jude so badly I imagine I am giving birth to him.

Heaven is a dream of Disneyland for those unable to act here on Earth.

The sun comes up. Ruth fingers the trunk of a bare tree. There's a pattern, a larvae fringe some creature tracked back and forth, drunk on whatever it ate, making writing no one can read. I want to get out of here. I want life to win, for now. I want to be a mother. We keep walking, trees and trees and sometimes a small clearing. I take no breaks. Dead leaves, dead needles, dead logs, but green everywhere. I can see the sky and I can see Ruth. Every now and again, a bird.

Her fingers twitched. She shifted her head ever so slightly, her lips parted, her mouth upturned. Her breath was warm upon his throat. Aidan swallowed. Desire churned. His heart thundered. Heat raced through his veins. His cock was hard as stone. His body urged him to spread her thighs wide and take her here and now, to seat himself hard and tight and deep inside her and yield to the fire that seared his every nerve.

The scary part is I knew exactly how bad you were for me and yet that didn't stop me from loving you

I want things so bad that I force them, push them until they tear.

I am fearful of romantic dinners, huge crowds, dusk - of normal things- afraid to be loved, the one thing I want most. Maybe it's because I don't think I deserve it because I am not that perfect little girl that I was supposed to be, well manicured and well groomed, because I have nervous breakdowns, and take pills, and keep moving on.

No matter where you are, keep your life simple - that is all I am saying. Remember, a rich man is not the one who has the most, but one who desires the least.

she was a different person when she sang. Her singing was a deep, yearning subconscious desire to go back to a time when the Nepali identity wasn't sullied by external forces.

If I could sleep I might make love. I'd go into the woods. My eyes would see the sky, the earth. I'd run, run, they wouldn't catch me.

Or I might be able to catch one, a little girl for example, and half strangle her, three quarters, until she promises to give me my stick, give me soup, empty my pots, kiss me, fondle me, smile to me, give me my hat, stay with me, follow the hearse weeping into her handkerchief, that would be nice. I am such a good man, at bottom, such a good man, how is it that nobody ever noticed it?

In me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.

I'm not unhappy enough. [Pause.] That was always my unhap, unhappy, but not unhappy enough.

To live is like to love — all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.

The want of money is the root of all evil.

Money is the last enemy that shall never be subdued. While there is flesh there is money — or the want of money; but money is always on the brain so long as there is a brain in reasonable order.

To live is like love, all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.

It has been said that the love of money is the root of all evil. The want of money is so quite as truly.

boy can resist being fed well by a good-natured and still handsome woman. Boys are very like nice dogs in this respect — give them a bone and they will like you at once.

From success you get a lot of things, but not that great inside thing that love brings you.

All I want is to be in the game.

I'd sell my soul to the devil if he'd buy such a weakly, puny, piffling little soul, just really to live and be something besides a "thoroughly nice girl" for one short year.

Pleasure is very seldom found where it is sought. Our brightest blazes are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks.

The pleasure of expecting enjoyment is often greater than that of obtaining it, and the completion of almost every wish is found a disappointment