Quotes About Desire

I believe the sin of covetise is that pang of resentment you may feel when even the people you love best have what you want and don't have.

He looked up at her. Kindness was something he didn't even know he wanted, and here it was.

Need can blossom into all the compensations it requires. To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it?

To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow.

Those who can't hope can still wish.

For need can blossom into all the compensations it requires. To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow.

To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into it so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it?

She pretended he knew some of her thoughts, only some of them, the ones she would like to show him.

She used to ask herself, What more could I wish? But she always distrusted that question, because she knew there were limits to her experience that precluded her knowing what there was to be wished.

In that eternity of his, where everybody will be happy, how could he feel the lack of her, the loss of her?

Schon bald nach ihrer Heirat war sie zu dem Schluss gekommen, dass Liebe zur Hälfte aus einer Sehnsucht bestand, die durch Besitz nicht zu lindern war.

Clean and acceptable. It would be something to know what that felt like, even for an hour or two.

She] was horribly in love with that man. You can't go on forever thinking about nothing at all, and he had a nice face and that laugh, and what harm was there in it since she could hardly even bring herself to look at him.

not now. He was quiet, and then he said, "You are the only person in this world I want to have sitting here beside me. That isn't what I think, it's what I know. I guess it doesn't explain anything.

It was a shock to her, a need she only discovered when it was satisfied, for those few minutes. In those days she had all the needs she could stand already, and here was another one. So she said something mean to him. That's how she was used to be and how she might be again someday, if she was ever just barely getting by and somebody seemed to be about to make it harder just by making it different.

To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it?

Sylvie did not want to lose me. She did not want me to grow gigantic and multiple, so that I seemed to fill the whole house, and she did not wish me to turn subtle and miscible, so that I could pass through the membranes that separate dream and dream. She did not wish to remember me. She much preferred my simple, ordinary presence, silent and ungainly though I might be

When people have wearied of life in Gilead, when they want another life altogether, they mention Chicago.

Már egy ideje házasok voltak, amikor arra a következtetésre jutott, hogy a szerelem részben olyan vágy, amelyet a birtoklás nem enyhít.

The full soul loatheth an honeycomb; but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.

I don't know exactly what covetise is, but in my experience it is not so much desiring someone else's virtue or happiness as rejecting it, taking offense at the beauty of it.

Tant que tu ne veux pas ce dont tu n'as pas besoin, tout ira bien. Tant que tu ne veux pas ce que tu ne peux pas obtenir.

Insomnia, then, is not just a state of sleeplessness, a matter of negatives. It involves the active pursuit of sleep. It is a state of longing.

The seductive invitation of metamorphosis - of turning into something other — has continued to suffuse fantasies of identity; on the one hand holding out a way of escape from humanity, on the other annihilating the self.