Quotes About Desire

I had spent hundreds of hours gazing out at the calm, conquered suburban landscape surrounding my school, silently yearning for the outbreak of a zombie apocalypse, a freak accident that would give me super powers, or perhaps the sudden appearance of a band of time-traveling kleptomaniac dwarves.

I was in love with her. I could feel it, deep in the soft, chewy caramel center of my being. And

Soha senki nem kapja meg, amit akar, és ez gyönyör?.

I confronted the grim realization that virtual sex, no matter how realistic, was really nothing but glorified, computer-assisted masturbation. At the end of the day, I was still a virgin, all alone in a dark room, humping a lubed-up toy.

No one in the world ever gets what thet want, ans that is beautiful.

I felt like a kid standing in the world's greatest video arcade without any quarters, unable to do anything but walk around and watch the other kids play.

I cleared my throat and recited my pass phrase. Each word appeared on my display as I said it. "No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful.

Sentía debilidad fetichista por las chicas guapas y raritas que tocaban el ukelele, una debilidad fetichista que no puedo ni quiero explicar ni defender

get your hands on all this moolah?

Ninguém no mundo consegue o que quer e isso é bonito.

Once she and I started touching each other, we both found it difficult to stop.

one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful.

I felt like a kid standing in the world's greatest video arcade without any quarters, unable to do anything but walk around and watch the other kids play.

I'm not crazy about reality, but it's still the only place to get a decent meal.

They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,Love and desire and hate:I think they have no portion in us afterWe pass the gate.They are not long, the days of wine and roses;Out of a misty dreamOur path emerges for a while, then closesWithin a dream.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine.

"Oh, Jake," Brett said, "we could have had such a damned good time together."…"Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"

To stay in places and to leave, to trust, to distrust, to no longer believe and believe again, . . . to watch the snow come, to watch it go, to hear rain on a tent, to know where I can find what I want.

Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again." "Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?" "Yes. I want to ruin you." "Good," I said. "That's what I want too.

my heart may have been in it but my soul was not.

Al perderte... Al perderte yo a ti Tu y yo hemos perdido: Yo por que tú eras Lo que yo más amaba Y tú por que yo era El que te amaba más. Pero de nosotros dos Tú pierdes más que yo: Porque yo podré amar a otros Como te amaba a ti, Pero a ti no te amarán Como te amaba yo.

Yo había tenido muchos enamoramientos. Unos fueron correspondidos, y otros—tal vez los más—no lo fueron. Estos últimos han predominado más en mi poesía, no sólo por más numerosos sino sobre todo porque inspira mucho más el amor desdichado que el amor feliz; y esto ha sido así en la poesía mundial.

Yo hubiera querido tener la vida intensa de pecado sexual que él tuvo antes de su conversión;

Durante o transcorrer de nove meses, um homem pode pensar em muitas coisas, desde o mais alto conceito filosófico até o desejo mais abjeto por um prato de sopa – tudo de acordo com o estado de seu estômago. E se, ao mesmo tempo, esse homem for do tipo aventureiro, ele poderá viver experiências que talvez interessem às demais pessoas e seu relato casual se parecerá com este diário.