Quotes About Desire

Love-bittersweet, irrepressible-loosens my limbs and i tremble.

It's no use Mother dear, I can't finish my weaving You may blame Aphrodite soft as she is she has almost killed me with love for that girl

My heart flutters in my breast whenever I quickly glance at you- I can say nothing, my tongue is broken. A delicate fire runs under my skin, my eyes see nothing, my ears roar, cold sweat rushes down me, trembling seizes me, I am greener than grass. To myself I seem needing but little to die

To me he seems equal to gods, the man who sits facing you and hears you near as you speak softly and laugh in a sweet echo that jolts the heart in my ribs. Now when I look at you a moment my voice is empty and can say nothing as my tongue cracks and slender fire races under my skin. My eyes are dead to light, my ears pound, and sweat pours over me. I convulse, greener than grass and feel my mind slip as I go close to death Yet I must suffer, even poor

I could not hope to touch the sky with my two arms

A deed your lovely face if not, winter and no pain I bid you, Abanthis, take up the lyre and sing of Gongyla as again desire floats around you the beautiful. When you saw her dress it excited you. I'm happy. The Kypros-born once blamed me for praying this word: I want

May you sleep on your tender girlfriend's breasts

for her dress when you saw it stirred you. And i rejoice. In fact she herself once blamed me Kyprogeneia because i prayed this word: i want

Sweet mother, now I cannot work the loom. Sleek Afroditi broke me with longing for a boy.

She who shuns love soon will pursue it, She who scorns gifts will send them still: That girl will learn to love, though she do it Against her will.

Often those I treat well are just the ones vainly You I want to suffer In me I know it

You came and I went mad about you. You cooled my mind burning with longing.

What farm girl dolled up in a farm dress captivates your wits not knowing how to pull her rags down to her ankles?

There is a boy, and lust Has crushed my spirit - just As gentle Aphrodite planned. Since I have cast my lot, please, golden-crowned Aphrodite, let me win this round!

I would rather see her lovely step and the motion of light on her face than chariots of Lydians or ranks of footsoldiers in arms.

reminding me now of Anaktoria gone. I would rather see her lovely step and the radiant sparkle of her face than all the war chariots in Lydia

Eros loosener of limbs once again trembles me, a sweetbitter beast irrepressibly creeping in

slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl

but a kind of yearning has hold of me—to die and to look upon the dewy lotus banks of Acheron

It is not easy for us to equal the goddesses in beauty of form [...] Adonis desire and Afroditi poured nectar from a gold pitcher with hands Persuasion the Geraistion shrine lovers of no one I shall enter desire

Doriha commands them not to come she is arrogant like young men who are loved

Hiç uyarmadan Kas?rga nas?l sökerse meÅŸeleri kökünden öyle sars?yor yüreÄŸimi aÅŸk

You lay in wait behind a laurel tree and everything was sweeter women wandering I barely heard darling soul such as I now am you came beautiful in your garments

All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.