Quotes About Desire

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy one, I will indulge in the other.

Si nuestros instintos se limitaran al hambre, la sed y el deseo, seríamos casi libres. Pero nos conmueve cada viento que sopla, cada palabra al azar, cada imagen que esa misma palabra nos evoca

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the ... If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other." ? Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

Yapt??? her ÅŸey onun arzular?n? yerine getirmeye ve rahat?n? saÄŸlamaya yönelikti. Bir bahç?van?n nadide bir egzotik bitkiyi sert rüzgarlardan sak?nd??? gibi annemi sak?nabilmek ve onun uysal, iyiliksever zihninde keyifli duygular uyand?racak ÅŸeylerle etraf?n? kuÅŸatabilmek için ç?rp?n?p dururdu.

I am an outcast from human society; my name is execrated by all who understand its entire import--by those very beings whose happiness I ardently desire.

Su simpatía me arrastro fácilmente a hablarle con el lenguaje del corazón, a revelarle el calor abrazador de mi alma y a decirle, con todo el fervor que me animaba, lo gustoso con que sacrificaría fortuna, existencia, hasta esperanza, en aras de mi afán.

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy one, I will indulge the other.

kissing me with a violence that was terrifying and yet, somehow, the summit of all my tenderest dreams.

I found that I was reaching, automatically, for another cigarette; my eyes and throat felt hot and aching, and my brain stupid. I let it slip back into the packet. I had smoked too much that evening already.

this might be a beauty to send men mad. Her body was slight with a child's slenderness, but her breasts were full and pointed and her throat round as a lily stem. Her hair was rosy gold, streaming long and unbound over the golden-green robe. The large eyes that I remembered were gold-green too, liquid and clear as a stream running over mosses, and the small mouth lifted into a smile over kitten's teeth

Only now, his own barriers crumbling, did he realize how deep and absolute had been his need for her; and in the very moment of fullest realization she was here and she was his; his anchor, his still center, his searing flame, his peace....

This is the way of love, I find; one longs so fervently for the beloved to achieve the best ends that he is spared nothing.

He appeared to despise himself for being the slave of passion.

If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might be nearly free; but now we are moved by every wind that blows, and a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us.

For whilst I destroyed his hopes, I did not satisfy my own desires.

For whilst I destroyed his hopes, I did not satisfy my own desires. They were for ever ardent and craving; still I desired love and fellowship, and I was still spurned.

read and re-read her letter an some softened feelings stole into my heart and dared to whisper paradisical dreams of love and joy; but the apple was already eaten and the angel's arm bared to drive me from all hope. Yet I would die to make her happy.

Para mí el mundo era un secreto que anhelaba descubrir, para ella era un vacío que se afanaba por poblar con imaginaciones personales.

There is love in me the likes of which you've never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape.

more I saw of them, the greater became my desire to claim their protection and kindness; my heart yearned to be known and loved by these amiable creatures;

I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body. For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart.

Farewell! I leave you, and in you the last of human kind whom these eyes will ever behold. Farewell, Frankenstein! If thou wert yet alive, and yet cherished a desire of revenge against me, it would be better satiated in my life than in my destruction

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For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart.