Quotes About Desire

I have always wanted to kill you, all my life led to that blow. Jealousy and hatred compose my earliest memories. I have killed you every day in my thoughts.

I am really in love and it's a terrible experience.

I've felt so sad for years about you. My love for you has always had a sad face.

It was all very simple. I just loved her. I couldn't stop. I haven't stopped. Oh God.

Here I am, after all, welcome home, I'm yours. To which Henry replied: When I wanted you you were not mine, when I needed you you rejected me. Why should I cherish you now?

Magic besieges the religious life and men yearn to speak the language of angels.

You don't know what it is to want a man, any man. I wish I could discover some respectable male prostitutes, like civil servants or university dons who do it in their spare time for a bit of pocket money, there must be such people.

Dora watched him for a while, nervously, and then returned to scanning the whole group. Seeing them all together like that she felt excluded and aggressive, and Noel's exhortations came back to her. They had a secure complacent look about them: the spiritual ruling class; and she wished suddenly that she might grow as large and fierce as a gorilla and shake the flimsy doors off their hinges, drowning the repulsive music in a savage carnivorous yell.

But she felt that she had to see him or she would die.

If only he could be loved by somebody new.

She did not want to be as before. She wanted great changes in her life.

I'd like to to know what it is he's after, I mean, is it an experience or a thought, is it something you'd put in a book, or die for, or die of?

I love you, I want you, I'd die for you —

I have always wanted to kill you, ever since the moment when I learnt of your existence.

Some inner organ would give way, her heart would literally break, if she did not see him soon.

The wound with which she travelled vibrated within her. She thought, I shall never have what I desire. I shall become bitter and defeated and dim, and I shall never really paint, I am a freak, a crippled animal, something to be put down, put to sleep, put out of its misery.

Understanding was out of the question; and indeed how passionately, just then, I did not want to be understood.

Christ, I loathe women. But I can't get going on the other tack either. And you needn't blush and look coy, I never fancied you. I know what you got up to with Fritzie Eitel! No—but I'd have had old Wilfred if he'd asked me. What did old Wilfred do for sex? No one ever knew. Perhaps he didn't have any, and if so good on him.

What I really wanted just then was to put Georgie in cold storage. It is unfortunate that other human beings cannot be conveniently immobilized.

Oh Christ, if I could only have some happiness.

Her love for men had always been somehow neurotic and unfulfilled.

To find someone — oh yes — that is the problem. To have mutual love, that is so difficult indeed.

Oh why is she going away just when I want so much to be with her! She is the answer to the riddle of my life.

I do wish you could be happy. If I thought you could be happy I could simply cease to exist with a sigh of joy.