Quotes About Desire

All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days.

It could be a spoonful of diamonds, could be a spoonful of gold. Just a little spoon of your precious love satisfies my soul.

Love is like a booger, you pick and pick at it. Then when you get it you wonder how to get rid of it.

I lived for art, I lived for love

Take all away. I am content to know Such love is mine-for life is all too brief To grieve for pleasures bringing only grief; Give me but You; it is enough just so.

I want a Sunday kind of love A love to last past Saturday night And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight

Oh what's love got to do, got to do with it What's love but a second hand emotion What's love got to do, got to do with it Who needs a heart When a heart can be broken

Desire, even in its wildest tantrums, can neither persuade me it is love nor stop me from wishing it were.

I did not love you out or boredom or loneliness or caprice. I loved you because the desire for you was stronger than any happiness.

Don't look for Love, look for the one looking for Love.

I'd love to be popular in Barcelona. That sounds like a fun job

The soul must long for God in order to be set aflame by God's love; but if the soul cannot yet feel the longing, then it must long for the longing. To long for the longing is also from God.

I do love poop. I can't help it. The heart wants what it wants. I enjoy being clever and pithy and political, but nothing's going to get me like dumb stuff.

It's the things we love most that destroy us.

I just wish they'd put a new word in the dictionary bigger than love because love just doesn't describe what I feel.

Incredible nervous state, trepidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.

Ah Love! could you and I with him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits-and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire?

Like a moth to a flame we become helpless to the beautiful ghosts that true love sheds.

One should always be in love.

Love can wait to give. Lust can't wait to get.

one more creature dizzy with love

Today we love what tomorrow we hate, today we seek what tomorrow we shun, today we desire what tomorrow we fear, nay, even tremble at the apprehensions of.