Quotes About Desire

I've loved you I think since the moment I met your cocky, arrogant ass on the beach. If I remember correctly, you told me to remember your name because I'd be screaming it for all of Myrtle Beach to hear me. I knew right then and there I wanted to get you into my bed. But I had no idea in the process you'd wiggle your way into my heart—all I know is I'm so happy you did.

Have regrets. They are fuel. On the page they flare into desire.

The perfect life, the perfect lie, I realised after Christmas, is one which prevents you from doing that which you would ideally have done (painted, say, or written unpublishable poetry) but which, in fact, you have no wish to do. People need to feel that they have been thwarted by circumstances from pursuing the life which, had they led it, they would not have wanted; whereas the life they really want is precisely a compound of all those thwarting circumstances.

The history of sex is the history of glimpses: first ankles, then cleavage, then knees. More recently, tattoos, navel rings, tongue studs, underwear…" (p. 92).

Yo... no quiero ser ningún otro. No quiero ser diferente. Quiero ser Clark Kent. Quiero ser tu hijo.

True dat. When I gots da Cronut itch? Mom-a-saurus pays our dog walker fiddy bones to get up crack-o'-dawn and represent on dat line to get one in my belly.

Unknowe, unkist, and lost, that is unsought.

Men loven of propre kynde newefangelnesse.

Women desire six things: They want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous, obedient to wife, and lively in bed.

What is this world? what asketh men to have?Now with his love, now in his colde graveAllone, withouten any compaignye.

"My lige lady, generally," quod he,"Wommen desiren have sovereyneteeAs well over hir housbond as hir love."

What thyng we may nat lightly have,Thereafter wol we crie al day and crave.

Hard is the herte that loveth noughtIn May.

But yet I hadde alwey a coltes tooth.Gat-toothed I was, and that bicam me weel.

Cupido,Upon his shuldres wynges hadde he two;And blynd he was, as it is often seene;A bowe he bar and arwes brighte and kene.

That Paradis stood formed in her yën.

Then you compared a woman's love to Hell, To barren land where water will not dwell, And you compared it to a quenchless fire, The more it burns the more is its desire To burn up everything that burnt can be. You say that just as worms destroy a tree A wife destroys her husband and contrives, As husbands know, the ruin of their lives.

Prosperity depends more on wanting what you have than having what you want.

Who now would thrust enquiry on / Beyond necessity of desire?

The rich covet the new iPod not for the sounds it can make in their heads, but for the impressions it can make in the heads of others.

I don't need three cars and a great big fucking house [for two people]. But I do and I want it. This is the issue.

I don't need three cars and a great big fucking house [for two people]. But I do and I want it. This is the issue. [The Future of the Planet: Life, Growth and Death in Organisms, Cities and Companies. SFI Community Lecture, August 29, 2017]

The system we have evolved critically relies on people continually wanting new cars and new cell phones, new widgets and gadgets, new clothes and new washing machines, new thrills, new entertainment, and pretty much new everything, even when they already have enough of "everything.

The trick here is, while the actual pleasure begins to recede and blur, we simultaneously bring the imagined pleasure more fully into focus. And when we do, even the memory of the pleasure becomes more and more heightened and imagined, thus anticipation is increased. This kind of anticipation is the spiritual equivalent of a Cheeto and we want them to eat the whole bag.