Quotes About Desire

If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.

And I pray one prayer--I repeat it till my tongue stiffens--Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you--haunt me, then!...Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

I have no pity! The more the worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething; and I grind with greater energy in proportion to the increase of pain.

Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,How could I seek the empty world again?

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care

I tasted—careless—then—I did not know the WineCame once a World—Did you?Oh, had you told me so—This Thirst would blister—easier—now

Alter! When the Hills do—Falter! When the SunQuestion if His GloryBe the Perfect One—Surfeit! When the DaffodilDoth of the Dew—Even as Herself—Sir—I will—of You—

I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you're single among a room full of couples.

My wants are simple: a job that I like and a guy whom I love.

There is a great interest in comparative religion and a desire to understand faiths other than our own and even to experiment with exotic cults.

The Bohemian who tires of life, who gives up by retirement into insamity or suicide, is not necessarily one who had failed in what he wants to express.

He comes with western winds, with evening's wandering airs, With that clear dusk of heaven that brings the thickest stars; Winds take a pensive tone and stars a tender fire And visions rise and change which kill me with desire

After eating chocolate you feel godlike, as though you can conquer enemies, lead armies, entice lovers.

The thing I never understood about love is that it can't be quelled, like lust can. With love, if you follow its call, if you give in to it, it just gets worse. The more you have, the deeper you go, the more you need.

And reading this way - with no deadline, no agenda - she remembered why she loved literature so much. It was like fucking a new man and knowing that he had made other women come, but that when she came it would be an unshareable, untranslatable pleasure. She opened herself up to her books, and the words got inside her and fucked her senseless.

Fucking was poetry unbound.

The thirst of the soul was to be satisfied, the deep torture of the spirit to have rest.

He is a fool who is not for love and beauty.

I cannot be content with less than Heaven.

Bao gi? chúng ta còn là nô l? c?a d?c v?ng, chúng ta không sao ??t ???c h?nh phúc. N?u ??t ???c l?i s? m?t ?i, càng có nhi?u càng lo s? nhi?u, có ?úng th? không? Tóm l?i, mu?n có h?nh phúc th?t s?, ph?i v??t lên kh?i s? hãi và ham mu?n.

The conscious mind must seek and want the spirit in order to learn the power of the spirit.

Jesus said, 'blessed be the poor in spirit,' realising that any limitation in life that can create a desire in the individual to rise superior to the limitation and free himself from it is good. He realised that need is the prophecy of fulfillment. He looked every need as soil prepared for a seed.

It's hard, Cotton. To let yourself love something you know you may never have.