Quotes About Desire

He doesn't want your mind, the fool, and I don't want your body. I can buy women cheap. But I do want your mind and your heart, and I'll never have them, any more than you'll ever have Ashley's mind. And that's why I'm sorry for you.

Rhett: 'Do you still want me to go to hell?' Scarlett: 'Well, not as often as I used to.' Rhett: 'Do it whenever you like, if it makes you happy.' Scarlett: 'It doesn't make me especially happy,' said Scarlett and, bending, she kissed him carelessly. His dark eyes flickered quickly over her face, hunting for something in her eyes which he did not find, and he laughed shortly.

He was acting typically human, the half-elf thought. Refusing that which was in easy reach, only to cry for it when it was gone.

We both loved other things more, and that came near destroying us." "What things?" "Power, for one. Glory, for another. Pride, ambition, the need to control everything around us.

Rule the world, Raistlin repeated softly, his eyes burning. Rule the world? You still don't undestand, do you, my dear sister? Let me make this as plain as I know how. Now it was his turn to stand up. Pressing his thin hands upon the desk, he leaned towards her, like a snake. I don't give damn about the world! he said softly. I could rule it tomorrow, if I wanted it! I don't.

K?zlar?n her biri tüm pencereleri sonuna kadar açm??lard?; temiz hava almak, karamsar, sönük, s?k?c? ortamlar?nda bir lokma özgürlük rüzgar? estirmek istiyorlard?. Sonra açt?klar? pencerelerden kendilerini tepetaklak aÅŸa?? yuvarlam??lar ve kanayan uzuvlar ve kalplerle öylece kalakalm??lard?.

You didn't have to attract desire. Either it was in the woman who aroused it or it didn't exist. Either it was there at first glance or else it had never been.

You give me a great desire to love.

Soon you give up, don't look for her anymore, either in the town or at night or in the daytime. Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.

When you wept it was just over yourself and not because of the marvelous impossibility of reaching her through the difference that separates you.

I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.

Perhaps someone will have seen mine, the one I'm waiting for, just as I saw him, in a ditch when his hands were making their last appeal and his eyes no longer could see. Someone who will never know what that man was to me; someone whose name I'll never know.

Nunca he escrito, creyendo hacerlo, nunca he amado, creyendo amar, nunca he hecho nada salvo esperar delante de la puerta cerrada.

Avant et maintenant c'est l'amour entre toi et moi. Ce sera ce que tu voudrais, toi, que tu sois.

He says, You only came because I'm rich. I say that's how I desire him, with his money, that when I first saw him he was already in his car, in his money, so I can't say what I'd have done if he'd been different.

He calls me a whore, a slut, he says I'm his only love, and that's what he ought to say, and what you do say when you just let things says themselves, when you let the body alone, to seek and find and take what it likes, and then everything is right, and nothing's wasted, the waste is covered over and all is swept away in the torrent, in the force of desire.

Ce que je veux paraître je le parais, belle aussi si c'est ce que l'on veut que je sois, belle, ou jolie, jolie par exemple pour la famille, pour la famille, pas plus, tout ce que l'on veut de moi je peux le devenir »

Ese faltar de las mujeres a sí mismas ejercido por ellas mismas siempre lo he considerado un error. No se trataba de atraer el deseo. Estaba en quien lo provoca o no existía. Existía ya desde la primera mirada o no había existido nunca. Era el entendimiento inmediato de la relación sexual o no era nada. Eso también lo sabía antes del experiment.

I answered that what I wanted more than anything else in the world was to write, nothing else but that, nothing. Jealous. She's jealous. No answer, just a quick glance immediately averted, a slight shrug, unforgettable. I'll be the first to leave. There are still a few years to wait before she loses me, loses this one of her children. For the sons there's nothing to fear. But this one, she knows, one day she'll go, she'll manage to escape.

Les corps des hommes ont des formes avares, internées.

he's a man who must make love a lot, a man who's afraid, he must make love a lot to fight against fear.

Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened." ? Marguerite Duras, The Malady of Death

Kisses on the body bring tears.

Los besos en el cuerpo hacen llorar. Diríase que consuelan.