Quotes About Desire

Ideas and creeds are represented as unheeding stones as the ends of human longing.

If you can't sublimate your fear of mortality into sex with your best friend, what's it there for?

I can't drink you away. I've tried...

And so, one bit one's nails, unable to find contentment in the simple beating of one's heart... one smoked, unable to be satisfied with the rhythm of one's brain...

It was as if, without realizing it, I had been completely disarmed by her legs.

Yet he could not understand why he was so terribly attracted by her thighs, but he was, so much that he felt like taking the nerves of his body and coiling them one by one around them. The appetite of meat eating animals must be just this, coarse, voracious.

I wanted to get close to you, and at the same time to stay away from you. I wanted to know you, and at the same time I resisted that knowing. I wanted to look at you and at the same time felt ashamed to look. My state of suspension was such that the crevice between us grew deeper and deeper, and holding the broken glass together with my two hands, I barely preserved its form.

Nuevamente se volvió a mirar a la mujer, y sin embargo, no sintió ninguna tentación de acercarse más. Una mujer cubierta de arena podía resultar visualmente atractiva, pero no inspiraba el deseo de tocarla.

Por supuesto, tenía ganas de leer un diario; cuando no se tiene un paisaje natural, es lógico desear un paisaje pintado. Recordaba haber leído que debido a eso la pintura de paisaje se había desarrollado en lugares donde la naturaleza es cerrada, así como el periodismo había tomado impulso en las zonas industriales donde la comunicación humana se había reducido.

Tal vez correspondiera decir que, más que perder la pasión, la habían congelado de tanto idealizarla.

I want so desperately for you to come safely through this moment and make a step toward me. Have I lost to him or has he lost to me?

Singur?tatea era o sete nesatisf?cut? de iluzii.

Cualquier cosa era buena para humeceder la garganta; de dejas las cosas tal como estaba, podría acabar por consumir la sangre de mi cuerpo

It was jealousy. Jealousy based on imagination...

Por eso uno se roe las uñas en la imposibilidad de hallar la paz en el simple latido del corazón; consume cigarrillos porque no está satisfecho con el ritmo de su propio cerebro; uno tiene que hacer temblar su cuerpo al no encontrar la satisfacción tan sólo en el sexo.

For it is not true that one has the right to be loved by the person one loves, as the poets say.

my betrayed love had been drawn into a corner and changed to hate, my desire to reestablish the roadway had been frustrated and turned into a desire for revenge.

The mask, that should be the victor, lay stupidly on the table, like an obscene picture that has drained all one's desire;

I wanted to get close to you, and at the same time to stay away from you. I wanted to know you, and at the same time I resisted that knowing. I wanted to look at you and at the same time felt ashamed to look. My state of suspension was such that the crevice between us grew deeper and deeper...

Al no encontrar alimento en el mundo exterior, el hombre lo debe buscar en su interior; si no se consigue lo que se desea, se transforma en un ser que deja de desear, en lugar de persistir en el deseo.

Kaoru glanced behind him, and then allowed his organ to tower in the direction of the window that might be there in space somewhere; allowed it to insist on its existence.

Sean only wanted me as a friend. A nonsexual female friend. That was a good thing. There would be no tension to complicate our relationship and my soon-to-be relationship with Jeff Akel. I was relieved.

You have left Your Beloved and are thinking of others: and this is why your work is in vain.

Writing letters...means to denude oneself before the ghosts, something for which they greedily wait. Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts. [Kafka to Milena]