Quotes About Desire

Ursula craved solitude but she hated loneliness

She felt as if she had been on the outside of happiness her whole life.

the great novels of the world were about three things - death, money and sex. Occasionally a whale.

Her true hope was that something would happen in the course of her time abroad that would mean she need never take the place. What that 'something' was she had no idea.

I wanted her for what she was, but when I got her I wanted her to change.

She...wanted no one—apart from men in nineteenth-century novels, which put a whole new spin on the idea of 'unattainable.

If Bertie was a god (a favourite fantasy), she would be manufacturing things there was a shortage of - bees, tigers, dormice - not flip-flops and phone covers and toothpaste.

I have no idea how to love another human being unless it's by tearing them to pieces and eating them.

Really she was just like everyone else, she wanted to love someone. Even better if they loved you in return. She was considering getting a cat. She didn't really like cats though. That might be a bit of a problem. Quite liked dogs.

She remembered holding Pamela's babies – remembered Teddy and Jimmy, too – how overwhelming the feelings of love and terror, the desperate desire to protect. How much stronger would those feelings be if it were her own child? Perhaps too strong to bear. Over

He was at that dangerous age when men suddenly notice that they're going to die eventually, inevitably, and there isn't a damn thing they can do about it, but that doesn't stop them from trying, whether it's shagging anything that moves or listening to early Bruce Springsteen and buying a top-of-the-range motorbike (a BMW K 1200 LT usually, thus considerably upping their chances of meeting death even earlier than anticipated).

Man's spirit grows hungry for art in the same way his stomach growls for food.

A woman tries to get all she can out of a man, and a man tries to get all he can into a woman.

Ah, God! what trances of torments does that man endure who is consumed with one unachieved revengeful desire. He sleeps with clenched hands; and wakes with his own bloody nails in his palms.

Man is afraid to attain what he longs for, just as subconsciously he longs for what he is afraid of.

I think it's very much a men's thing to be able to have that fantasy to kill the beast.

A man who allows wild passion to arise within, himself burns his heart, then after burning adds the wind that thereto which ignites the fire again, or not, as the case may be.

Poetry proceeds from the totality of man, sense, imagination, intellect, love, desire, instinct, blood and spirit together.

Just laws are no restraint upon the freedom of the good, for the good man desires nothing which a just law will interfere with.

An inherent sense of man makes him long for an eternal paradise.

Nothing is easier for passion than to overcome reason, but the greatest triumph is to conquer a man's own interests.

Beauty attracts us men; but if, like an armed magnet it is pointed, beside, with gold and silver, it attracts with tenfold power.

L'homme est une passion inutile. Man is a useless passion.

To be perpetually longing and impatiently desirous of anything, so that a man cannot abstain from it, is to lose a man's liberty, and to become a servant of meat and drink, or smoke.