Quotes About Desire

Some days it just feels like I'm here for the shoes and the eternal hope that I shall be issued minions.

Sex is just a word. Love is a sentence

Behold now the erotic demon that lives in my panties.

Want,' she told her, in a measured tone, 'is an interesting word. It means lack. Sometimes if we fill that lack with something else the original want disappears entirely.

What was the secret that the serpent told Eve? That she could eat a certain fruit? Pah. That was a euphemism. The fruit was carnal knowledge and everybody from Thomas Aquinas to Milton knew it.

people are programmed to desire, not to appreciate.

innovation is organic because it must be a response to an authentic and free desire, not what somebody in authority

Besides, a million years of natural selection shaped human nature to be ambitious to rear successful children, not to settle for contentment: people are programmed to desire, not to appreciate.

And love Such a silly game we play Like a summers day in May What is love What is love I just want it to be love

But often, in the world's most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life; A thirst to spend our fire and restless force In tracking out our true, original course; A longing to inquire Into the mystery of this heart which beats So wild, so deep in us—to know Whence our lives come and where they go.

Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will more than pay The hopeless longings of the day.

To wait on God is to live a life of desire towards him, delight in him, dependence on him, and devotedness to him.

Love is the wanting, and the having, and the choosing, and the becoming. Love is the desire to see the person we love be and become all he or she is capable of being and becoming. Love is a willingness to lay down our own personal plans, desires, and agenda for the good of the relationship. Love is delayed gratification, pleasure, and pain. Love is being able to live and thrive apart, but choosing to be together.

We can never get enough of what we don't really need.

Amare una persona è diverso dal volerla intrappolare, dal volere qualcosa che sia tuo e solo tuo. E' come tentare di abbracciare il tuo quadro preferito, come parlare o danzare con l'ora più perfetta della giornata, con il ricordo dell'albero più bello che hai mai visto.

If a car can represent something, this one represents contradiction. For most of his life, my dad has been able to have any woman he wants. In response, he's gone through as many as possible, betraying each for someone younger and more absurd. Conversely, for most of his life he's been able to have any car he wants, too. In response, he's remained married to this, a 1982 Porsche with a tricky clutch.

It's probably unhealthy to miss a life that never actually existed—to

I want to touch her, but I can't, because I'm angry at her and she's angry with me, and even though I love her, I don't like her as much as I should.

Stevenson threw back his head and made a slow murmuring sound, If only I could secure a violent death. Pardon? What a fine success! Stevenson continued, spurring Jack into a canter as he lost himself in his thoughts. I wish to die in my boots, you see, Mr. Porter. To be drowned, to be shot, to be thrown from this horse into a ditch, Mr. Fergins--aye, to be hanged, rather than pass through the slow dissolution of illnesses!

According to the philosopher Andre Comte-Sponville: The wise man has nothing left to expect or to hope for. Because he is entirely happy, he needs nothing. Because he needs nothing, he is entirely happy.

And when she went that far in her thoughts it sounded absurd. Was she the same Emily Webster who had been so humble and adoring with Don? Could it be she seriously thought it possible that anyone so desirable as Jed Wakeman could be in love with her? The truth was that she did.

Oh ! S'il avait pu partir, tout de suite, n'importe où, et ne jamais revenir, ne jamais écrire, ne jamais laisser savoir ce qu'il était devenu ! Mais non, il fallait rentrer, rentrer dans la maison paternelle et se coucher dans son lit

Je l'avais aimée éperdument ! Pourquoi aime-t-on ? Est-ce bizarre de ne plus voir dans le monde qu'un être, de n'avoir plus dans l'esprit qu'une pensée, dans le coeur qu'un désir, et dans la bouche qu'un nom : un nom qui monte incessament, qui monte, comme l'eau d'une source, des profondeurs de l'âme, qui monte aux lèvres, et qu'on dit, qu'on redit, qu'on murmure sans cesse, partout, ainsi qu'une prière.

Tell me what you want, what you really, really want, he said. Braiiinnnnssss, we said in unison.