Quotes About Desire

If we did not bear the stigmata of life, how easy it would be to steal away, and how well everything would go by itself!

The emphasis on birth is no more than the craving for the insoluble carried to the point of insanity.

For all its lucidity, this people readily sacrifices to illusion: it hopes, it always hopes too much

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

I have never known a single sensation of fulfillment, of true happiness, without thinking that it was the moment when — now or never — I should disappear for good.

We cherish our anathemas, greedy for what pulverizes us; not for anything would we renounce our own nightmare to which we have assigned as many capital letters as we have known illusions. These illusions have been discredited, like the capital letters, but the nightmare remains, decapitated and naked, and we continue to love it precisely because it is ours and because we do not see what to replace it by.

I try to oppose the interest I take in her, I imagine her eyes, her cheeks, her nose, her lips in a high state of putrefaction. No help for it: the indefinable element she releases persists. It is in such moments that one understands why life has managed to sustain itself, in spite of Knowledge.

Every inspired state proceeds from a cultivated, willed inanition.

What is more fruitful than the worst, for the man who knows how to desire it? For it is not suffering which liberates, but the desire to suffer.

What an idea, to want to be loved! They impose it upon themselves without success. After so many fruitless attempts, would they not be better off yielding to the obvious, admitting at last the substantiation of their disappointments?

Ambition is a drug that turns it's addicts into potential madmen.

Irrespective of any external, regulatory force, our capacity for feeling is in itself an insatiable and bottomless abyss.

When there is no other aim but to outstrip constantly the point arrived at, how painful to be thrown back!...Since imagination is hungry for novelty, and ungoverned, it gropes at random

Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.

What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity?

When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another's lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.

Without thinking, he tugged her closer. When she

Qué crimen o qué dolor es un beso cuando es sólo un beso!

Te amo, Sandokan; te amo como nunca mujer alguna amó sobre la tierra! Sandokan la acarició dulcemente y sus labios besaron los dorados cabellos y la nívea frente de la joven. -¡Ay de quien te toque ahora, que ya eres mía!

She has to live, but I pull her towards death.

You would have been happy with a wife who adored you, not someone who clung on to you like a life raft on a stormy sea and then wished she could cast you aside and move on when she reached land.

I have never really been able to separate a good instinct from a self-destructive urge)

I appreciate a slow-burn romance. In most movies, everyone is just tearing their clothes off in the first scene.

Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!