Quotes About Desire

Always we desire too much or not enough and we compensate accordingly.

I correct myself because I've just been lying. Of course, it took time, a lot of time, before I admitted that everything was lost, before I decided to say goodbye forever. I kept hoping for a sign. I thought of initiating another meeting, I started letters that I never sent. Desire does not go out like a match, it extinguishes slowly as it burns into ash. In the end I gave up on all possibility of a reunion.)

Desire does not go out like a match, it extinguishes slowly as it burns into ash.

I'm in this state of one-way desire. I feel this desire swarming in my belly and running up my spine. But I have to constantly contain and compress it so that it doesn't betray me in front of others. Because I've already understood that desire is visible.

Finally, slowly, I raise my head and lean back on my elbows and take in the sight of him. I'm struck by his voracity. He's like a ravenous child who has just been given food and prefers to choke on it. I'm not sure where this need for another man's sex comes from but I sense that on the other side of all the repression and self-censoring there exists an equally powerful fever.

C'était de l'amour évidemment. Et demain, ça sera un grand vide.

Si la vie m'était laissé, il se pourrait que je te prie de la partager avec moi.

And then, he asks me to take him. He says the words, without shame, without ordering me to either. I obey him, though I'm afraid. I know that it can hurt if the other person doesn't know how to do it, that the body can resist.

I listen to you, but all I want to remember is your skin, your smell, the life that pulses within you.

Het is zo moeilijk om de doden te doden. Hoe vaak heb ik het al niet geprobeerd? Alles zou zoveel eenvoudiger zijn als het anders was.

La vérité, ça peut couper les mains et laisser des entailles à ne plus pouvoir vivre avec, et la plupart d'entre nous, ce qu'on veut, c'est vivre.

Tôi ch?c ch?n r?ng khi t?p trung cao ??, ng??i ta ch? có th? nghe th?y ti?ng c?a m?t cây violon n?u ng??i ta th?c s? mu?n làm ?i?u ?ó. Và ti?ng ch? c?a m?t cây sáo hay m?t cây ??i h? c?m.

Repress the natural and it comes back even stronger: not everyone can be a fetishist

However, in fetishism the desired object is displaced; and in this context ("The Apparition" by Guy De Maupassant) it is the desiring object, so to speak. In other words, have we ever seen a boot in love with a fetishist?

There is no burnt rice to a hungry person.

Kiss me again: If I now wanted heat of youth, these fires, In Priam's veins, would thaw his frozen blood, Enabling him to get a second Hector For the defence of Troy.

Love is no respecter of age or practicality Neither morality: unabashed She enters where she will Unheeding that her immortal fires Burn up human hearts...

Sad will be the day for any man when he becomes contented with the thoughts he is thinking and the deeds he is doing - where there is not forever beating at the doors of his soul some great desire to do something larger which he knows he was meant and made to do.

The ideal life is in our blood and never will be still. Sad will be the day for any man when he becomes contented with the thoughts he is thinking and the deeds he is doing -- where there is not forever beating at the doors of his soul some great desire to do something larger, which he knows that he was meant and made to do.

Dreadful will be the day when the world becomes contented, when one great universal satisfaction spreads itself over the world. Sad will be the day for every man when he becomes absolutely contented with the life that he is living, with the thoughts that he is thinking, with the deeds that he is doing, when there is not forever beating at the doors of his soul some great desire to do something larger which he knows that he was meant and made to do because he is a child of God.

We feel the thing we ought to be beating beneath the thing we are.

Every time we see a man who has attained our human ideal a little more fully than we have, it wakens our languid blood and fills us with new longings.

Who are you?' Andre demanded when I refused an ice-cream cone a few weeks later. 'The woman I fell in love with never said no to ice cream.' 'The woman you fell in love with could also stand to lose a few pounds.' 'Are you kidding? My prenup is going to have a weight minimum. You lose a pound, I dock you.' Yup, this one was worth fighting for.

She loves him so but he didn't stay. The wind can't blow this storm away.