Quotes About Desire

Because man loves and honors man as long as he is not able to judge him, and desire is a product of lacking knowledge.

His yearning for new and faraway places, his desire for freedom, relief and oblivion was as he admitted to himself, an urge to flee-an urge to get away from his work, from the everyday site of a cold, rigid, and passionate servitude.

Like any lover, he desired to please; suffered agonies at the thought of failure.

Wahrscheinlich kann man vom Nichtwollen seelisch nicht leben; eine Sache nicht tun wollen, das ist auf Dauer kein Lebensinhalt.

His love of the sea had profound roots: the hardworking artist's desire to rest, his longing to get away from the demanding diversity of phenomena and take shelter in the bosom of simplicity and immensity; a forbidden penchant that was entirely antithetical to his mission and, for that very reason, seductive-a proclivity for the unorganized, the immeasurable, the eternal: for nothingness.

To find peace in the presence of the faultless is the desire of the one who seeks excellence; and is not nothingness a form of perfection?

It was the smile of Narcissus bending over the water mirror, the deep, enchanted, protracted smile with which he stretched out his arms to the reflection of his own beauty, an ever so slightly contorted smile—contorted by the hopelessness of his endeavor to kiss the lovely lips of his shadow—and coquettish, inquisitive and mildly pained, beguiled and beguiling.

Denn der Mensch liebt und ehrt den Menschen , solange er ihn nicht zu beurteilen vermag, und die Sehnsucht ist ein Erzeunis mangelhafter Erkenntnis.

Denn das Glück, sagte er sich, ist nicht, geliebt zu werden; das ist mit Ekel gemischte Genugtuung für die Eitelkeit. Das Glück ist, zu lieben und vielleicht kleine, trügerische Annäherungen an den geliebten Gegenstand zu erhaschen.

Pues el hombre ama y respeta al hombre mientras no se halla en condiciones de juzgarlo, y el deseo vehemente es el resultado de un conocimiento imperfecto

How can I free myself from sexuality? Eat nothing but rice?

But he immediately felt he did not really want to take that step. It would lead him back, give his soul back to himself; but when one is frantic, the last thing one desires is to be oneself again.

Man loves and honors man as long as he is not able to judge him, and desire is a product of lacking knowledge.

Entangled and besotted as he was, he no longer wished for anything else than to pursue the beloved object that inflamed him, to dream about him when he was absent and to speak amorous phrases, after the manner of lovers, to his mere shadow.

Amaba el mar por razones profundas: por la apetencia de reposo propia del artista sometido a un arduo trabajo, que ante la exigente pluralidad del mundo fenoménico anhela cobijarse en el seno de lo simple en inmenso, y también por una propensión ilícita -diametralmente opuesta a su tarea y, por eso mismo, seductora- hacia lo inarticulado, inconmensurable y eterno: hacia la nada.

E poi disse la cosa più sottile, l'astuto seduttore: disse questo, che l'amante è più divino dell'amato perché Dio è nel primo ma non nell'altro – forse il pensiero più tenero che sia mai stato pensato e dal quale sgorga la malizia e la più segreta voluttà del desiderio.

B?rbatul se îmbat? cu propria dorin??, iar femeia cere È™i aÈ™teapt? s? fie îmb?tat? de dorinÈ›a b?rbatului. De aici provine pentru noi obligaÈ›ia pasiunii, de aici decurge înfior?toarea ruÈ™ine a insensibilit??ii, a neputinÈ›ei de a trezi dorinÈ›a femeii.

That's what people are like: they want talent, which is inherently peculiar, yet they absolutely don't want the peculiarities connected to it - perhaps necessarily bound up with it - which they refuse to understand or forgive.

Zo wist en wilde de verwarde niets anders meer dan de aanstichter van het vuur dat in hem brandde zonder ophouden te achtervolgen, over hem te dromen wanneer hij er niet was en naar de wijze van de verliefden louter tegen zijn schaduwbeeld tedere woorden te fluisteren. Eenzaamheid, de vreemde omgeving en het geluk van een late en diepe roes moedigden hem aan en haalden hem ertoe over om van zichzelf ook het meest bevreemdende zonder schaamte of blozen te accepteren, (...)

El trajecte serà curt, pensava. Tant de bo durés sempre!

Pues el hombre ama y respeta al hombre mientras no se halle en condiciones de juzgarlo, y el deseo vehemente es el resultado de un conocimiento imperfecto.

Ma che aveva, dunque? Che cosa mai era quello che, sotto la cenere della sua stanchezza, bruciava oscuro e dolente, senza poter divampare in chiara fiamma?

He loved the sea and for deep-seated reasons: the hardworking artist's need for repose, the desire to take shelter from the demanding diversity of phenomena in the bosom of boundless simplicity, a propensity—proscribed and diametrically opposed to his mission in life and for that very reason seductive—a propensity for the unarticulated, the immoderate, the eternal, for nothingness

Pieter Peeperkorn will now regale himself with a schnapps.