Quotes About Desire

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Mida ambitsioossem ja peenem on hing, seda enam ta unelmad eemalduvad võimalikkusest.

Laisse-moi mordre longtemps tes tresses lourdes et noires. Quand je mordille tes cheveux élastiques et rebelles, il me semble que je mange des souvenirs.

Qui donc devant l'amour ose parler d'enfer?

La mujer es el ser que proyecta la sombra más grande o la luz más intensa en nuestros sueños

La noche voluptuosa sube, sosegándolo todo, hasta el hambre. Borrándolo todo, hasta la vergüenza…

Ailleurs, bien loin d'ici ! trop tard ! jamais peut-être ! Car j'ignore où tu fuis, tu ne sais où je vais, Ô toi que j'eusse aimée, ô toi qui le savais !

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.

We don't even ask happiness, just a little less pain.

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.

in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.

And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.

I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.

she is no longer the beautiful woman she was. she sends photos of herself sitting upon a rock by the ocean alone and damned. I could have had her once. I wonder if she thinks I could have saved her?

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. On the other hand, when I got drunk I screamed, went crazy, got all out of hand. One kind of behavior didn't fit the other. I didn't care.

in this land some of us fuck more than we die but most of us die better than we fuck

In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass.

I suppose like others I have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple sound of water running in tubs and wished to drown

I wasn't much of a petty thief. I wanted the whole world or nothing.

There are only two things wrong with money: too much or too little.

when the phone rings I too would like to hear words that might ease some of this.

There is a place in the heart that will never be filled; a space. And even during the best moments, and the greatest times, we will know it.