Quotes About Desire

Love can fuck up desire, I'll agree to that," I said, and I believed that. If, on the occasions when someone I had sex with remained after orgasm, and an edge of friendship was being suggested to me—as, say, we might lie, though rarely, talking—if, then, at those times, all desire faded.

The money which I got in exchange for sex was a token indication of one-way desire: that I was wanted enough to be paid for, on my own terms.

Maybe I could love you. But I wont. The grinding streets awaited me.

Isnt it possible that wanting to be wanted Ã¢â'¬Â¦ or 'loved' Ã¢â'¬Â¦ could be as much an aspect of what you call 'love' as actually loving back?" I said. "I mean, in choosing someone to 'love' you—to be loved by—while that other person chooses you to 'love'—doesnt one complete the need of the other?

Moods are not to be confused with emotions. Moods will dispose you to having an emotion. Certain moods you're more likely to get angry than others, as we all know, but emotion is not the same as mood. Emotions, I think, always have to do with agitated forms of desire. Whenever you're in an emotional state, you have some sort of agitated desire. So, emotions are fairly special -- I am not always in some sort of emotional state or other, but I think I am always in some mood or other.

The child who desires education will be bettered by it the child who dislikes it disgraced.

Man's only true happiness is to live in hope of something to be won by him. Reverence something to be worshipped by him, and love something to be cherished by him, forever.

Taste is not only a part and index of morality, it is the only morality. The first, and last, and closest trial question to any living creature is What do you like Tell me what you like, I'll tell you what you are.

I'm so horny the crack of dawn isn't safe.

Dream with a purpose

Music is the music of all music, and I am jealous.

When you dance, sister, you feel in your heart the blessing of the Goddess, her peace, her kindness. But when you are with him, then the power of the Goddess is in your heart, crashing through you. The Goddess is no thing of stone. The Goddess is breath, desire, despair. She is the green of the brushing leaf, the baby's cry, the lovers bite, the fragrance of the rose. You feel the Goddess moving through you.

This is desire, daughter, the endless piercing that informs the universe throughout eternity,

I do not dream anymore, nor do I sleep. My days are empty, my nights endless. My only thought is of her, this murderer. But despite what you say, she brings me life.

but Surge was not mad, had never been completely drained of his compassion and he could never forget, nor could he since then look upon the helpless and the innocent with anything less than outrage and a desire for justice.

They's movement now. People moving. We know why, an' we know how. Movin' 'cause they got to. That's why folks always move. Movin' 'cause they want somepin better'n what they got. An' that's the on'y way they'll ever git it.

Sometimes a man wants to be stupid if it lets him do a thing his cleverness forbids.

Sex. Love. The lack of both was like two deprivations from two deep and timeless wells.

Sex comes from such a lost, primitive place, we can never understand it's meaning until we're in its throes, until we've released that second being within us, shut down, shadowed, who doesn't know how to think of speak but can only communicate in burning grandiose sensations, from the heart of a fireball.

After the primary necessities of food and raiment, freedom is the first and strongest want of human nature.

It is better to be a human being dissatisfied than a pig satisfied; better to be Socrates dissatisfied than a fool satisfied. And if the fool, or the pig, is of a different opinion, it is only because they only know their own side of the question.

liberty consists in doing what one desires

Have intercourse with females, acquire wealth.

But there is no parity between the feeling of a person for his own opinion, and the feeling of another who is offended at his holding it; no more than between the desire of a thief to take a purse, and the desire of the right owner to keep it. And a person's taste is as much his own peculiar concern as his opinion or his purse.