Quotes About Desire

Would that I might get a mantle like unto the heavens!

Of all the gods only death does not desire gifts.

Of prosperity mortals can never have enough.

Beware that you do not lose the substance by grasping at the shadow.

The desire for imaginary benefits often involves the loss of present blessings.

The wise man will love; all others will desire.

Everyone is a potential murderer-in everyone there arises from time to time the wish to kill-though not the will to kill.

Do you know my friend that each one of us is a dark mystery, a maze of conflicting passions and desire and aptitudes?

Oh! money! All the troubles in the world can be put down to money—or the lack of it.

What they need is a little immorality in their lives. Then they wouldn't be so busy looking for it in other people's.

Alas," murmured Poirot to his mustaches, "that one can only eat three times a day ...

You want beauty," said Hercule Poirot. "Beauty at any price. For me, it is truth I want. Always truth.

the real tragedy of life was that you got what you wanted...

If the thing you want beyond anything cannot be, it is much better to recognize it and go forward, instead of dwelling on one's regrets and hopes.

I had the firm conviction that, if I went about looking for adventure, adventure would meet me halfway. It is a theory of mine that one always gets what one wants.

They say all the world loves a lover—apply that saying to murder and you have an even more infallible truth.

Love can be a very frightening thing." "That is why most great love stories are tragedies.

Born poor doesn't mean you've got to stay poor. Money's queer. It goes where it's wanted.

She'd never stopped for a moment wanting me to be different but her wishes were never going to come true.

A man in love is a sorry spectacle.

It's awful, isn't it? This love business gets hold of you and you can't do anything about it.

Romance can be a by-product of crime.

Things never burn when you want them to, they got out. You'd probably have had to strike match after match.

She could not fail to observe that a life of academic distinction was singularly ill rewarded. She had no desire whatever to teach and she took pleasure in contacts with minds much less brilliant than her own. In short, she had a taste for people, all sorts of people—and not the same people the whole time.