Quotes About Desire

We're all holding onto something," Waits said. "None of us wants to come out of the ground." For Waits, "Hold On" was "two people who are in love, writing a song... about being in love".

the whisperings from the heart are always authentic and singular in their focus. The heart knows what it wants. The

A guy gets into bed with his wife and he's real horny. She says, "Not tonight. I'm going to the gynecologist tomorrow and I want to be fresh." He says, "Well, you're not going to the fucking dentist are you?

You forget the things you want to remember and remember the things you want to forget.

Sex and politics are a lot alike. You don't have to be good at them to enjoy them.

No the world's too crazy, it might never come true But before I give up I'm gonna fight for you My heart beats fast and my face is all flushed Darn I'd marry you tomorrow, I don't wanna seemed rushed.

I don't know and I don't care anymore. I was supposed to have my way for once, just once in my life. I did everything right and I got nothing for it. I want to kill them all. no, better yet, I want to die. No, even bettter than that: I want to kill them all then die.

She screamed. Her screaming was beautiful. But, truth be told he missed the crying.

him jump a little inside whenever they roamed his way. Her hair—off-limits to touch, but not to his other senses—entranced him, jet black, shoulder-length, tightly coiled like powerful springs, smelling slightly of chemicals and cinnamon, the beads at the end of each braid clicking together as she walked.

Less than I want. More than I deserve.

Stop what?" Howie demanded. "Stop loving you, Jazz? I wish I could quit you, but I can't. Someday, we'll run off to New York and get married, the way God intended it." Despite himself, Jasper cracked a grin. "Sorry, man my nips only go out about this far." He mimed a quarter inch. "Oh, well, in that case, nice to know ya…

I suddenly do want to. I don't know why. I don't understand it. I'm not even sniffing around the edges of understanding it, but suddenly I want more than anything in the world to tell her. [...] I want to tell her because I realize now that it's true: I love her and I need her to know, and if I don't say it now, I'll never say it, and it has to come from me.

now it's like something's been born. Unintentionally, sure, but good, in its own way. But holding me back? Maybe? I don't know anymore. I don't know anything. I want to keep baking pizza. I want to go away. I want to figure out how Aneesa feels about me. I want to end it all. I want. I want. I want. I want too much and I don't know what I want at all. It used to be so easy, so clear.

I jam my hands into my pockets because otherwise I'm afraid I'll try to hold hers. That's the sort of stupid thing I would do.

Happiness as a goal is a recipe for disaster.

We get what we say we want, only to discover that what we want doesn't satisfy us to the degree that we expect.

But that sacred hunger we spoke of justifies all.

Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars;Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.In other words, hold my hand!In other words, darling, kiss me!

But some things never change. No matter what else happens in the universe—the fall of communism, the destruction of the ozone, the death of punk rock, whatever—you can at least put your faith in one thing: If a man is pretty, available, and breathing, Tommy will stick his dick in him.

Very often one "pushes away" the very thing that one most wants to grab, like a lover. This is a common, although distressing, psychological mechanism, having to do (in my opinion) with the fact that what is presented is not presented "purely", that there is a little canker or grim place in it somewhere.

Show me a man who has not married a hundred times and I'll show you a wretch who does not deserve God's good world.

Poverty wants few things, avarice everything.

Ambition is the immoderate desire for power.

Desire is the essence of a man.