Quotes About Desire

Elän ainoastaan siksi, että minun vallassani on kuolla silloin kun se minusta hyvältä tuntuu: ilman itsemurha- ajatusta olisin tappanut itseni aikoja sitten.

N-am iubit cu dor st?ruitor ÅŸi darnic decât nean-tul ÅŸi femeile.

Femeia-i Paradisul ca noapte.

Mizeria mea este de a voi s? fiu înÅŸelat în dragoste pentru a avea motive în plus s? suf?r. Numai in iubire poÅ£i vedea ce dec?zut eÅŸti. C?ci acela care a privit moartea în fa?? mai poate iubi? Åži-ar putea muri el din cauza iubirii?

El paraíso no era un lugar soportable, de lo contrario, el primero hombre se habría adaptado a él; este mundo tampoco lo es, ya que en él se añora el paraíso o se da otro por seguro. ¿Qué hacer? ¿A dónde ir? No hagamos nada, no vayamos a ningún lado, así sin más.

Suntem un popor prea bun, prea cumsecade È™i prea aÈ™ezat. Nu pot iubi decât o Românie în delir.

Truth remains hidden to the man filled with desire and hatred" (Buddha)…. Which is to say, to every man alive.

It is a great force, and a great fortune, to be able to live without any ambition whatever. I aspire to it, but the very fact of so aspiring still participates in ambition.

Deep in his heart, man aspires to rejoin the condition he had before consciousness. History is merely the detour he takes to get there.

There is no negator who is not famished for some catastrophic yes .

The appetite for torment is for some what the lure of gain is for others.

We pursue whatever we pursue out of torment -- a need for torment. Our very quest for salvation is a torment, the subtlest, the best camouflaged of all.

If only I could reach the level of the man I would have liked to be! But some power, increasing year by year, draws me down.

Though we ourselves have come too late, we shall be envied by our immediate successors, and still more by our remote descendants. In their eyes we shall have the look of privileged characters, and rightly so, for everyone wants to be as far as possible from the future.

Getting up with my head full of plans, I would be working, I was sure of it, all morning long. No sooner had I sat down at my desk than the odious, vile, and persuasive refrain: "What do you expect of this world?" stopped me short. And I returned, as usual, to my bed with the hope of finding some answer, of going back to sleep.

Every vanquished desire affords us power.

Once we begin to want, we fall under the jurisdiction of the Devil.

An authentically chosen people, the Gypsies bear the responsibility for no event, for no institution. They have triumphed over the earth by their desire to found nothing upon it.

No longer wanting to be a man..., dreaming of another form of failure.

I would give the whole universe and all of Shakespeare for a grain of ataraxy.

Each day is a Rubicon in which I aspire to be drowned.

Did they relish their role as undesirables? Did they seek to be alone on earth in principle?

What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don't know what that elsewhere is.

The wise man consents to everything, for he identifies himself with nothing. An opportunist without desires.