Quotes About Desire

Your face, your mouth, your shoulder inconceivable to me now! Where did they go? It's like I dreamed them. The stones we brought home from the beach lie face up on the windowsill, cooling. Come home. Do you hear? My lungs are thick with the smoke of your absence.

Hay en el alma un deseo de no pensar. De estar quieto. Emparejado con éste, un deseo de ser estricto, sí, y riguroso. Pero el alma también es una afable hija de puta no siempre de fiar.

I wish I could be like everybody else in this neighborhood--your basic, normal, unaccomplished person-and go up to my bedroom, and lie down, and sleep. It's going to be a big day today, and I'd like to be ready for it. I wish I could sleep and wake up and find everything in my life different. Not necessarily just the big things,.... but things clearly within my power.

Years later, I still wanted to give up friends, love, starry skies, fora house where no one was home, no one coming back, and all I could drink.

a boy and girl in love, burning with it.

And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on this earth.

years later, I still wanted to give up friend, love, starry skies, for a house where no one was home, no one coming back, and all I could drink.

And did you get what you wanted from this life,...?

È un pezzo ormai che mi manchi. Mi sei mancato tanto che ormai è come se ti fossi perso, non so come spiegarlo. Ti ho perso. Non sei più mio.

Alcohol is like love. The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl's clothes off.

You can have a hangover from other things than alcohol. I had one from women.

She bent over me again. Blood began to move around in me, like a prospective tenant looking over a house.

After a little while I felt a little better, but very little. I needed a drink, I needed a lot of life insurance, I needed a vacation, I needed a home in the country. What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun. I put them on and went out of the room.

I needed a drink, I needed a lot of life insurance, I needed a vacation, I needed a home in the country. What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun.

She'd make for a jazzy week-end, but she'd be wearing for a steady diet.

Alcohol is like love," he said. "The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl's clothes off.

A slice of spumoni wouldn't have melted on her now.

The latter think the shortest distance between two points is from a blonde to a bed.

you have to hold your teeth clamped around Hollywood to keep from chewing on stray blondes.

You can have a hangover from other things than alcohol. I had one from women. Women made me sick.

I always find what I want. But when I find it, I don't want it any more.

I'm rich. Who the hell wants to be happy?

She's a nice girl. Not my type." "You don't like them nice?" He had another cigarette going. The smoke was being fanned away from his face by his hand. "I like smooth shiny girls, hardboiled and loaded with sin." "They take you to the cleaners," Randall said indifferently.

Maybe you don't like tall girls with honey-colored hair and skin like the first strawberry peach the grocer sneaks out of the box for himself.If you don't, I'm sorry for you. (Pearls Are A Nuisance)