Quotes About Desire

It was one thing for hope to spring eternal for the unlikely—it was quite another to wish for the utterly impossible.

I wanted you to kiss me, you know." Damned impertinent and overbold female. "I know.

Clare, there's no chance in hell I would ever believe you're frigid." Her heart began to race. "No?" His gaze went to her mouth, and then back to her eyes. "Not with the way you look at me." She swallowed, her body vibrating at the intensity of his gaze, and the weight of his hand as he caressed her neck. "How do I look at you?" she whispered, her voice too breathy. "Exactly how I want you to.

You will get in touch with your emotions if I have to carve them out of you. You give the angel what she wants. Now.

Why... didn't you make me good enough... so that you could've loved me?

JUDAS: Clams, man, I haven't been laid in three years, bro. Can ya believe that—guy like me? SATAN: Three years? JUDAS: I wasted my prime, man. And then I wasted my prime after my prime. SATAN: Well, I think you'll prolly get fucked tonight, bro. JUDAS: Ya think so? SATAN: Yeah. I'm pretty sure.

Man's mastery over nature, then, is a mastery which has less and less control over itself. . . . A world where techniques are paramount is a world given over to desire and fear; because every technique is there to serve some desire or fear.2 —Gabriel Marcel

There is nothing one can have that one cannot fear to lose. Instead of living life in order to have more abundantly, live life in order to be more abundantly.

Aspiration is as much a bodily longing as an intellectual desire; appreciation as much a passion as a preference; conviction as much an intuition as a rational conclusion. Irrespective of the purpose to which we are committed, when such feelings are aroused, life is infused with meaning.

You know you will get what you need, if not necessarily what you ask for.

Anyhow, she knew when she looked into her heart she'd never really wanted kids anyhow. She'd seen how kids dropped from the sky and exploded people's lives like squalling neutron bombs. She was honest enough to admit she was too selfish for that; her life, her only life, was her own.

You suffer when you crave something different from the here and now. So, stop craving.

ten years of whorehouse joy I'm alone now in the mountains the pines are like a jail the wind scratches my skin Ikky

The public could be made to want anything, if it were sold to them the right way. But one thing the public did seem to want in 1880 was to emulate high society and the way high society lived. Very well. The Dakota would provide such emulation.

And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms.

Everyone else is either asleep or having sex. I've been watching cable television and eating jello.

It's nice to have things to look forward to.

I am really in love with Sam, and it hurts very much.

I wish I could stop being in love with Sam. I really do.

I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away. And disappear. I know that's wrong because it's my responsibility, and I know that things get worse before they get better because that's what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.

And how different her face looked the first time she really liked a boy who was not on a poster on her wall. And how her face looked when she realized she was in love with that boy.

Moriría por usted. Pero no viviré para usted.

I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't.

That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that.