Quotes About Desire

You want this ride on the river. You want to discern contrast.

If something you want is slow to come to you, it can be for only one reason: You are spending more time focused upon its absence than you are about its presence. If

If you want it and expect it, it will be yours very soon.

There is no desire that anyone holds for any other reason than that they believe they will feel better in the achievement of it. Whether it is a material object, a physical state of being, a relationship, a condition, or a circumstance - at the heart of every desire is the desire to feel good. And so, the standard of success in life is not the things or the money - the standard of success is absolutely the amount of joy you feel.

The moment you say , , or , the skies will open for you and the non- physical energies begin instantly to orchestrate the manifestation of your desire.

It is not your job to make something happen—Universal Forces are in place for all of that. Your work is to simply determine what you want.

What is the relationship between love and desire? How do they relate, and how do they conflict? … Therein lies the mystery of eroticism.

The very ingredients that nurture love — mutuality, reciprocity, protection, worry, responsibility for the other — are sometimes the very ingredients that stifle desire.

Most of us will get turned on at night by the very same things that we will demonstrate against during the day — the erotic mind is not very politically correct.

It's hard to feel attracted to someone who has abandoned her sense of autonomy.

Eroticism thrives in the space between the self and the other.

It's hard to experience desire when you're weighted down by concern.

A man who wants to gain power over a woman must follow the example of women and condition his sex drive. If he succeeds in becoming as cold as she, she can no longer bait him with sex into the role of provider. At most she could offer herself as an equal sex partner, as dependent on him as he is on her. If men could abstain from sex at judicious intervals they might even succeed in normalizing the female sex drive - even make women desire them more than the other way around.

desire intensifies on the silver edge of the sea. my friends, don't wait for me any longer, my heart is in the abundance of the same spring as yours

For three months, a person sits and looks at you, imagining a kiss.

I think she cried at my funeral. It's not that I'm conceited or anything, but I'm pretty sure. Sometimes I can actually picture her talking about me to some guy she feels close to. Talking about me dying. About how they lowered me into the grave, kind of shrivelled up and pitiful, like an old chocolate bar. About how we never really got a chance. And afterwards the guy fucks her, a fuck that's all about making her feel better.

but I felt then the same way Nicky did, that I was getting myself more life. Not necessarily a better life, not a life more promising than the one I already had. But because I thought this life was in addition to and not instead of, I devoured it without a second's hesitation.

The moment of WANT is really the misunderstood urge to connect with the world around us.

Long as I was riding in a big Cadillac and dressed nice and had plenty of food, that's all I cared about.

J'ai écrit un jour que je voulais lire ta ie jusqu'à la dernière page. C'est chose faite, je l'ai lue jusqu'au bout. (202)

I long for solitude and yet I cannot stand it.

the outcome of my days is always the same; an infinite desire for what one never gets; a void one cannot fill; an utter yearning to produce in all ways, to battle against time that drags us along, and the distractions that throw a veil over our soul…….one works not only to produce art but to give value to time…. — Eugène Delacroix (1798 -1863)

Creio que foi o sorriso, o sorriso foi quem abriu a porta. Era um sorriso com muita luz lá dentro, apetecia entrar nele, tirar a roupa, ficar nu dentro daquele sorriso. Correr, navegar, morrer naquele sorriso.

Pela noite adiante, com a morte na algibeira, cada homem procura um rio para dormir, e com os pés na lua ou num grão de areia enrola-se no sono que lhe quer fugir. Cada sonho morre às mãos doutro sonho. Dez-réis de amor foram gastos a esperar. O céu que nos promete um anjo bêbado é um colchão sujo num quinto andar.