Quotes About Desire

And isn't that what we all want deep down? To drop the cynicism and defensiveness, to give up the mathematics of hatred, to melt the hardness of another's heart and in the process melt our own walls too?

While "intention" is a magnet that attracts what we want, "letting go" provides the space for our desire to manifest.

How does one become a butterfly?" she asked pensively. "You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar." —TRINA PAULUS

I worked for a menial's hire, Only to learn dismayed, That any wage I had asked of Life, Life would have willingly paid —JESSIE B. RITTENHOUSE

Sleeping with a man half your age can be exhausting, but if it's too much for him you can always find a younger man.

You know what they say, darling. When an older man seeks out younger women, he's virile. When an older woman seeks out younger men, she's desperate. Well, color me desperate, then. Because I want you, Harris Clayton. And I'm a woman who's very good at getting what she wants! Now come back to bed, darling, and let's forget all about everything except the way we feel.

How could I put across to him how it was with me? How much I was driven timorously by a desire to please and yet found myself stubbornly unable to do so by obedience to any values but my own? Since my values were not shared by those around me, I couldn't possibly win.

Arguments can always be found to turn desire into policy.

Vainglory, however, no matter how much medieval Christianity insisted it was a sin, is a motor of mankind, no more eradicable than sex.

Chief among the forces affecting political folly is lust for power, named by Tacitus as "the most flagrant of all passions.

He wanted AFFIRMATION rather than INFORMATION.

Money was evil, beauty vain, and both were transitory. Ambition was pride, desire for gain was avarice, desire of the flesh was lust, desire for honor, even for knowledge and beauty, was vainglory. Insofar as these diverted man from seeking the life of the spirit, they were sinful.

Drink thy blood, Beaumanoir, and thy thirst will pass!

Inspiration, on the other hand, is a call to creative action. We act because we want to, not because we have to.

The poor prayed to become rich, and the rich prayed to become richer.

No man is so rich as to buy every thing his unrestrained fancy might prompt him to desire. Hounds and horses, pictures and statues and buildings, will exhaust any fortune. There is hardly any one taste so simple or innocent, but what a man might spend his whole estate in it, if he were resolved to gratify it to the utmost. A nobleman may just as easily ruin himself by extravagance as a private man, and indeed many do so.

Success to me is having ten honeydew melons and eating only the top half of each slice.

I believe in love and lust and sex and romance. I don't want everything to add up to some perfect equation. I want mess and chaos. I want someone to go crazy out of his mind for me. I want to feel passion and heat and sweat and madness. I want valenties and cupids and all of that crap. I WANT IT ALL

Every religion is the expression of a want of man's spiritual nature, however uncouth or exaggerated may be the form it assumes. This uncouthness or exaggeration is due to negation of correlative wants. The want itself is the strain after a truth, the hunger of the spiritual nature. The Incarnation assumes to satisfy every one of these wants, and therefore must become a web, of which all philosophies are the warp, and all religions are the woof.

The desire to love is the impulsion of the soul towards the Ideal, it is the sense of the indefinite, the perfect. It is also insatiable, for the perfect is always on the horizon, never attainable.

Indomitable must be God's desire To realize Life's secret and acquire Mastery, when he sends you, one by one, Eternally, to question the bright sun And the dark earth and the indifferent stars!

Give me to drink the poison of thy breast-- Dark cruel wine from grapes of passion pressed-- Till I am drunk beyond delirium's dream In that dim utter deep where men may rest.

Oh, kill me with thy kisses! Drain me dry Of pain and life, nor leave me breath to sigh; Yea, feed my spirit, starving at thy lips, Thy sweet perfidious poison ere I die!

If you desire something of real value -- tell no one. You will find it maybe when the eyes of Destiny are turned the other way.