Quotes About Desire

Sometimes you wake up in the morning and wish your parents had never met.

I wake up every morning with a great desire to live joyfully.

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

I want to get up in the morning and just roll over in my bed into an indoor swimming pool. And then swim to the breakfast table.

There's always a tension in me between my urge to destroy and my will to live... Every morning I wake up with a new wrath, a new suspiciousness, a new desire to live.

So I'm in love. That crazy, forget to eat, float around in a daze, talk on the phone all night and bounce out of bed every morning hoping to see him kind of love.

Profit is a reward for satisfying the desire of someone else.

Your kisses lift me higher...like the sweet song of a choir. You light my morning sky, with burning love.

From morning to night keep Jesus in thy heart, long for nothing, desire nothing, hope for nothing but to have all that is within thee changed into the spirit and temper of the holy Jesus.

Roses by the head, jasmine at the feet so appear the longings that have passed without being satisfied, not one of them granted a night of sensual pleasure, or one of its radiant mornings.

I project myself out through the glasses and across the street, a ghost in the morning sunlight, torn with disembodied lust.

There's nothing that really motivates me anymore and demands that I get up in the morning. In the past it was Yves Saint Laurent.

Boredom is simply romanticism with a morning-after thirst.

What I wanted to do seemed simple. I wanted something alive and shocking enough that it could be a morning in somebody's life. The most ordinary morning. Imagine, trying to do that.

Can I hit it in the morning with out giving you have of my dough?

As I was saying to the landlord only this morning: 'You can't have everything'.

When you want to do something creative and you want to do something new, you have to start with the thing that's making you want to jump up out of bed in the morning.

You are the one who gives me reason to wake in the mornings, who infuriates me, who enrages me, who enthralls me. You are my passion, my fury, my soul. Shall i explain further?

The kind of eyes that jumped from a woman's dreams right into her morning and made trouble in the marriage bed.

I don't really understand that process called reincarnation but if there is such a thing I'd like to come back as my daughter's dog.

To desire grace without recourse to the Virgin Mother is to desire to fly without wings.

If you desire to drain to the dregs the fullest cup of scorn and hatred that a fellow human being can pour out for you, let a young mother hear you call dear baby 'it.'

The desire to rule is the mother of heresies.

A woman is like beer. They look good, they smell good, and you'd step over your own mother just to get one!