Quotes About Desire

If you were to offer a thirsty man all wisdom, you would not please him more than if you gave him a drink.

What foolishness it is to desire more life, after one has tasted A bit of it and seen the world; for each day, after each endless day, Piles up ever more misery into a mound. As for pleasures: once we Have passed youth they vanish away, never again to be seen. Death is the end of all. Never to be born is the best thing. To have seen the daylight And be swept instantly back into dark oblivion comes second.

I pleasure those whom I would liefest please.

It's little I ask, and get still less, but quite enough for me.

Oh my love take me there. Let me dwell where you are. I am already nothing, I am already burning. Oh my love, I was once part of you—take me too!

By God, I'll have more booty in a moment.

Love, you mock us for your sport.

I need one food: I must not violate Elektra

Though he has watched a decent age pass by, A man will sometimes still desire the world. I swear I see no wisdom in that man. The endless hours pile up a drift of pain More unrelieved each day; and as for pleasure, When he is sunken in excessive age, You will not see his pleasure anywhere. - Choral Poem between Scenes V & VI, Oedipus at Colonus

Not long now: the blazing dream of my head is crawling out.

Who would choose uneasy dreams to don a crown when all the kingly sway can be enjoyed without?

It's little I ask for, and still less I get, yet it is enough for me.

What love, what call of the heart can touch my ears with joy? Nothing, friends.

Jumalat eivät voi tehdä mitä eivät tahdo.

Yes, if you can, but you're in love with impossibility.

Aber gewiß. Zum Hasse nicht, zur Liebe bin ich.

Io ho desiderato, fino alla disperazione, di poter essere tutto per lei, fino al giorno in cui ho appreso, nel dolore, che è infinitamente più nobile non essere, per lei, assolutamente niente.

It's better to get lost in the passion than to lose the passion

It belongs to the imperfection of everything human that man can only attain his desire by passing through its opposite.

In the end, therefore, money will be the one thing people will desire, which is moreover only representative, an abstraction. Nowadays a young man hardly envies anyone his gifts, his art, the love of a beautiful girl, or his fame; he only envies him his money. Give me money, he will say, and I am saved...He would die with nothing to reproach himself with, and under the impression that if only he had had the money he might really have lived and might even have achieved something great.

What distinguishes all love from lust is the fact that it bears an impress of eternity.

He who does not know how to encircle a girl so that she loses sight of everything he does not want her to see, he who does not know how to poetize himself into a girl so that it is from her that everything proceeds as he wants it-he is and remains a bungler

He follows his heart's desire, but having found what he sought he wanders round to everyone's door with his song and speech, so that all can admire the hero as he does, be proud of the hero as he is.

The more he needs God, the more deeply he comprehends he is in need of God, and then the more he in his need presses forward to God, the more perfect he is... To need God is nothing to be ashamed of but is perfection itself.