Quotes About Desire

Love sends a man half way around the world ... Just for the hope of catching it.

You come face to face with love, and before the sun sets, you've become someone you didn't used to be. It makes the old new. Makes dead things live. Love makes you into something better. It's the reason a wolf would chase a crow, even knowing he can't fly... And she don't ever need to touch the ground. Love sends a man half way around the world... Just for the hope of catching it.

Yu come face to face with love, and before the sun sets you've become someone you didn't used to be... It's the reason a wolf would chase a crow, even knowing he can't fly and she don't ever need to touch the ground.

and what about you? Do you wanna make out? - A little yeah. Unfortunately ,I'm working.

But in the words of a great philosopher, you can't always get what you want.

Who is rich?' the rabbis ask. And they answer: he who is satisfied with his portion.

I'd be happy to die for a taste of what Angel had. Someone to live for. Unafraid to say I Love You.

From the way her buttocks looked under the black silk dress, I knew she'd be good in bed. The silk was tight and under it the muscles worked slow and easy. I saw weight there, and control, and, brother, those are things I like in a woman.

the embrace—one that seems to lack a center. A feeling of being held only by the very edges of who you are. Of wanting, so intensely, to be brought into the heart.

jedna delicja nie zaspokaja naszego apetytu w sposób, w jaki niemal zawsze robi to jeden kawaÅ'ek ciasta

I want what we all want," said Carl. "To move certain parts of the interior of myself into the exterior world, to see if they can be embraced.

Non era solo la questione di mia sorella; era più di così, era l'intero corso degli eventi, la miseria del corpo e del desiderio, le decisioni che si prendono e sulle quali non si può tornare, il senso stesso che si sceglie di dare a quella cosa che chiamiamo, forse a torto, la nostra vita.

I would have liked to play the piano. Once at a concert an elderly lady leaned toward me: "You are a pianist, aren't you?"—"Unfortunately not, madam," I had to answer with regret. Even today, the thought that I don't play the piano and never will play it suffocates me, sometimes even more than the horrors, the dark river of my past carrying me through the years. I literally can't get over it.

Nell'attesa, il mio odio restava lì, intatto, maturo, qualcosa di pieno e quasi succulento dentro di me, una catasta che attendeva un fiammifero.

We don't seek anyone out. We just wait and hope that people who want the same things come along.

I don't want to kill you and you don't want to be dead.

the whole world turned into an all-you-can-eat buffet...

Value is relative," said the saint. "A man with his house on fire and a man dying of thirst each place a different value on a glass of water.

Sing it like the midnight wind, Sing it like a prayer; Sing it on to the way to hell, Them blues'll take you there. —Oren Morse, Dead Man's Song

signify an intention that I should become any more

We name and talk of a problematic 'transvestism,' the desire to dress in the clothes of the other sex. We do not usually name and speak of the strong desire to dress in the clothes of one's own sex. But why would most of us feel intense anxiety at dressing publicly in the clothes of the other sex? Does not our fervid desire to dress in the clothes of our own sex suggest a mystery to be explored?

Courage is the will to lay aside fear because your desire to do right outweighs your desire to avoid getting hurt.

The greatest challenge of any society is how to contain the universal, inevitable phenomenon of envy, the desire to have what belongs to someone else. Envy lies at the heart of violence.

Our contemporary consumer is constructed in the first-person singular: I want, I need, I must have. There are many things we can achieve in the first-person singular but one we cannot, namely, sim?a – because sim?a is the joy we share, the joy we have only because we share.