Quotes About Desire

Gamblers play just as lovers make love and drunkards drink—blindly and of necessity, under domination of an irresistible force." Jacques Anatole Thibault

it is the aim of God to renew the affections of believers so that their hearts will most desire him and his ways. This is as contrary to antinomian preaching as heaven's blessings are to Satan's lies.

To be a "thing" that thinks and moves and wants...that's MIRACULOUS.

So this is it. This is the Great Escape. Is it wrong for us to want this? I keep thinking, if there are so many worlds, who decided which one to put us on? No one asked us what we wanted. Don't we have the right to look for something more? We'll be back; we know we can't stay away forever. But just for a while...just for a while.

Two old men are sitting on the front porch of their retirement home. One man turns to the other and asks, "Do you still get horny?" "Oh yes, sure I do." "What do you do about it?" the first man asks. "I usually suck a lifesaver or two," the second man replies. After a few moments the first man asks, "Who drives you to the beach?

Can a body love something so much that her heart aches with the loving?

Time passes and human greed outlasts even the eternal.

As they entered the house, Adam realized that people never gave away their hearts, however willing or desperate or lonely they were. Hearts always had to be taken. By force or trickery. Love was murder, the infliction of death by cardiac theft, and the alternative was even worse.

Why, my client wondered, would a guy like me make his living like this? Well, you'd think the three hundred dollars he paid just to watch me take a shower would have given him a clue.

Life wasn't about deserving anything. It was about earning everything.

All I wanted was what I'd already had. That exultation, that love. It was my one real home; I was a visitor everywhere else.

On a ship that's made of paper, I would sail the seven seas. (Just to be with you.)

My first love was everything, all at once. The kind of love you fight for, the kind of boy you fight for.

If endless love was a dream, then it was a dream we all shared...

Horror is a lot like sex," Moore continued. "It's raw and it's primal and when it's good—when it's really good—it even hurts a little. But the good kind of pain, you know?

Nobody ever gets what they want when it comes to love.

Was love worth not having the life you wanted?

Never give us what we really want. Cut the dream into pieces and scatter them like ashes. Dole out the empty promises. Package our aspirations and sell them to us, cheaply made enough to fall apart.

I will block her path with thornbushes; I will wall her in so that she cannot find her way. She will chase after her lovers but not catch them; she will look for them but not find them. Then she will say, "I will go back to my husband as at first, for then I was better off than now." (Hosea 2:6–7 NIV)

more clearly than we see the enemies of beauty, let us see the wonders of your cross. More than we desire to see burning coals heaped on their heads, let us see you, Jesus. The only way we can even imagine overcoming evil with good is by remembering you've already secured the utter annihilation of all evil and darkness.

I am left speechless—overwhelmed at the beauty, Jesus, of belonging to you, being desired by you, being "known" by you in the most intimate of all ways.

The Spirit and the Bride say, "Come." And let the one who hears say, "Come." And let the one who is thirsty come; let the one who desires take the water of life without price. (Rev. 22:17)

We only foolishly think there's some set of circumstances, some person, some relationship, some change in our world, some sensual experience that can satisfy the restlessness in our hearts. But we're made for you, Jesus—designed to be fulfilled and completed only by you. You are the most loving and tender bridegroom who cherishes a most unlikely and ill-deserving bride.

I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is better by far. (Phil. 1:23 NIV)