Quotes About Desire

My real love is jewelry. I love glittery things. I can't help myself.

It's always the people who don't want things who get them.

I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.

I had a sudden irrational desire to hug her, but there was so much distance between us. My birth had been only the beginning of our separation, the first time I was cut loose. From that moment until now, I'd just been going farther and farther away, my body a lifeboat pushing into the ocean.

Money was why my father had to work day and night and was never home. Money was why girls like Shahnaaz got heart-shaped lockets and thought they were better than me. Money was why Saima and I couldn't speak.

This desire of knowledge and the wonder which it hopes to satisfy are the driving power behind all the changes that we, with careless, question-begging inference, call progress.

An important step, far-reaching in its consequences, was taken when man first sought the cause of change and decay in things themselves and in the laws which appeared to govern things, rather than in powers and forces outside of and beyond them. When the question was first asked, What is it that persists amid all changes and that underlies every change? a new era was about to dawn in the history of man's wonder and his desire to know.

One who could hunger could starve.

All movement, of every creature, comes from the desire after something better.

There is a chill deeper than that of death, In the return of the beloved and not of love. And there is no warmth for it But the warmth of a world which needs more than the sun-- Or the warmth of lament for beauty, Which is graven on many stones.

I keep my closet neat now, The skeleton well covered. But when you even walk by the locked door, The breezes of your look Stir what hangs inside-- And I wonder what you are hearing When those knee-bones knock together.

When a man achieves a fair measure of harmony within himself and his family circle, he achieves peace; and a nation made up of such individuals and groups is a happy nation. As the harmony of a star in its course is expressed by rhythm and grace, so the harmony of a man's life-course is expressed by happiness; this, I believe, is the prime desire of mankind.

...I must see you again — die in your arms or live in your embrace.

Another day, another pang that you are afar.

[M]y eyes moistened yesterday with your dear, dear letter in my hand. Was it foolish to kiss the senseless paper, to clasp it with the involuntary laugh of uncontrollable emotion? Don't you think one could go mad of pure longing?...

...I can forget my very existence in a deep kiss of you.

Love is compounded of pleasing palpitations.

What is the reason that, where'er I go, A sad sensation--not exactly woe, Though still sometimes approaching wretchedness, A wish for something that I can't express, A recklessness as to my future lot, Existence wanting--wanting--don't know what, Should weigh me down? When I Bonabben question, He answers shortly that "it's indigestion.

I have a notion that gamblers are as happy as most people, being always excited; women, wine, fame, the table, even ambition, sate now & then, but every turn of the card & cast of the dice keeps the gambler alive.

Seems where you're concerned nothing is easy, so no, I'm not making this easy when everything about you makes me hard." I sucked in sharply at that blatant sexual reference, and swear I felt my nipples get hard. "Jack, I—

Ruben Dario has said that the sorrow of the gods lies in not reaching death. As for men, if from the moment they are conscious, they could be sure of reaching death, they could be happy forever, But unfortunately, men are never sure of dying: they feel an obscure desire and a yearning to die but they always doubt that they will die. The sorrow of men, we declare, lies in never being certain of death.

Quién comprará, en los días perecederos, ásperos, un pedacito de café con leche, y quién, sin ella, bajará a su rastro hasta dar luz?

The day is coming; double your breath, triple your rancorous goodness and scorn fear, connections and affectation, for you, as one can observe in your crotch, the evil one being aie! immortal, have dreamed tonight that you were living on nothing and dying from everything...

To know the pains of power, we must go to those who have it; to know its pleasures, we must go to those who are seeking it. The pains of power are real; its pleasures imaginary.