Quotes About Desire

Lust is not the worst thing. It is because any day, any time, lust may turn into love that we have to avoid it. And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.

Love can never explain the loved one, my dear. It is the essence of wild unreason.

Soft, sweet things with a lot of fancy dressing - that's what a little boy loves to eat and a grown man prefers to marry.

I've been in love. It's painful and pointless and overrated.

How can a person live without love?

We are all fools in love.

With torture ,as with making love, foreplay is the all important factor

I didn't fully realize it then, but that was the thing I was most trying to earn playing baseball. Not money. Not glory... Love.

Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully, grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!

I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—'t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.

An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause.

I love to smoke. I wish I had more than two hands so I can hold more cigars

I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything

One magician demanded I show him an image of the love of his life. I rustled up a mirror.

Just before our love got lost you said "I am as constant as a northern star" And I said, constantly in the darkness, Where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar.

When you're in love, love makes you do crazy things, and can take you down a whirlwind of a road.

One cannot serve this Eros without becoming a stranger in society as it is today; one cannot commit oneself to this form of love without incurring a mortal wound.

If you want to make the days of your life really matter, then you must love something.

Sorrow is implicit in love as gravitation is implicit in mass.

You can't love by desiring an extremely vague desire of a very vague moon.

With fatal, fatal Love a girlhood goes.

Love's never a fair trade.

Love clamors far more incessantly and passionately at a closed gate than an open one!

I would have told her then she was the only thing that I could love in this dying world but the simple word "love" itself already died and went away.