Quotes About Desire

Harold under his breath: "Ms. Yuka, I would love to kiss the backs of your legs while you were in line in a bank.

I'll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I'll have your heart, your life.

Love me, Love me, I cried to the rocks and the trees, And Love me, they cried again, but it was only to tease. Once I cried Love me to the people, but they fled like a dream, And when I cried Love to my friend, she began to scream. Oh why do they leave me, the beautiful people, and only the rocks remain, To cry Love me, as I cry Love me, and Love me again.

I am hungry to be interrupted For ever and ever amen

But oh how sure I am that it is so much better to have love with all its pains and terrors and fanaticism than to live untouched the life of the vegetable. But how it tears one, and how unruhig it is.

Ceux qui luttent ce sont ceux qui vivent.. And down here they luttent a very great deal indeed.. But if life be the desideratum,. why grieve,. ils vivent..

Hope and desire, All unfulfilled. Have more than rope And hangman killed.

Imagine a world in which time seems to vanish and space becomes completely malleable. Where the gap between need or desire and fulfillment collapses to zero.

Enough," said he, "is always a little more than a man has.

We [Americans] became a nation of java junkies, wired from dawn to dusk intent on running faster, getting richer, dancing harder, playing longer and getting higher than anybody else.

But she wished she had had the guts to go up to him and say hello. Or possibly break his legs, she wasn't sure which.

Quanto vale aquela vontade de revolta que se recusa a funcionar quando a fome está saciada?

Ja vill inte vara ditt barn. (Bengt) - Vad vill du vara då? (Gun) - Din älskare. (Bengt)

Kärlek är någonting som man inte kan rå för.

There's no religion but sex and music.

none of it's real. Desire, power, money—none of it. They're just systems of control men came up with after they were done hunting and gathering.

Any man worth my love lives only in storybooks.

Magic is optimism and hope, isn't it? The desire for more than what is mundane to appear.

My heart was fluttering madly as if I was in the presence of a new lover, of whom I was uncertain.

Perhaps she likes to sit there with his eyes upon her. For now, it seems that nothing else of his will touch her.

You have never liked being denied," Tatrini said. "You always want your own way, and might have had it all those years ago, but for Khaster Leckery. Tayven spurned you, and for that you wanted to kill him.

She lay back against the trellis, her eyes turned up in her had, moaning softly. I took my time, but supped little. It was important she should find it pleasurable, this first time.

Slake the thirst that has assailed you for so long.

He wanted to offer reassurance, encouragment, but a maelstorm of images silenced his words. Heavy breathing, but of terror, not desire. Owen's taut body, his hammering heart, his hunger to plunder and invade held back. As well as this, a pitiful ache of longing, of feelings impossible to articulate, a sense of history, of timelessness, a silver reed of connection stretching back into the black diamond-studded night of eternity and magic, the earth, the power, a circle.