Quotes About Desire

I'm so greedy, I'm hungry, I'm young.

I don't think I will ever be content. I am somebody who is always hungry.

You get away from something long enough, you miss it. You get hungry for it.

I don't think happiness comes with money, but if you are hungry, you can't be as happy as if you aren't hungry.

I don't really get hungry that much. Sometimes I get cravings for certain foods. But I can go all day without eating.

I'm a fan of leaving people hungry; I don't like leaving people satisfied.

I'm just hungry to win.

I'm not a foodie - I'm an eater: I'm hungry.

I enjoy playing Mr. Darcy, but I'm not hungry to play Mark Darcy again.

I'm always hungry to score.

I am hungry, I want to achieve something with Chelsea.

do not turn anything Into something longed for, For then it's dreadful to lose.

It is at work everywhere, functioning smoothly at times, at other times in fits and starts. It breathes, it heats, it eats. It shits and fucks. What a mistake to have ever said the id.

Making love is not just becoming as one, or even two, but becoming as a hundred thousand. Desiring-machines or the nonhuman sex: not one or even two sexes, but n sexes.

desiring-production is one and the same thing as social production

Flying anuses, speeding vaginas, there is no castration.

Before being a mental state of the schizophrenic who has made himself into an artificial person through autism, schizophrenia is the process of the production of desire and desiring-machines.

It is illegitimate to conclude from the prohibition anything regarding the nature of what is prohibited; for the prohibition proceeds by dishonouring the guilty, that is to say, by inducing a disfigured or displaced image of the thing that is really prohibited or desired. Indeed, this is how social repression prolongs itself by means of psychic repression without which it would have no grip on desire.

Because you can't be as in love as we were and not have it invade your bone marrow. Our kind of love can go into remission, but it's always waiting to return. Like the world's sweetest cancer.

I ached once, hard, like a period typed at the end of a sentence.

To spend a life in dreams, that sounded too lovely.

It's impossible to compete with the dead. I wished I could stop trying.

Women get consumed. Not surprising, considering the sheer amount of traffic a woman's body experiences. Tampons and speculums. Cocks, fingers, vibrators and more, between the legs, from behind, in the mouth.

Everyone who keeps a secret, itches to tell it.