Quotes About Desire

It's no wonder people lack romance in their lives, love belongs to those who are willing to go to extremes for it.

Every time a person goes to the mall, she loses a little piece of her soul

Birth, copulation, and death. Fine. In truth, however, there were at least two other things in which Amanda strongly believed. Namely: magic and freedom.

I love myself," he said. "But it's unrequited.

The king poured maple syrup on his waffle. The syrup puddled the depressions in the waffle the way that desire puddles the folds in the brain

Logic only gives man what he needs," he stammered. "Magic gives him what he wants.

I see you've met Desire and Fulfillment...Regret is in the kitchen making coffee.

The odd thing was, Dickie longed to experience that feeling. It wasn't any kind of death wish: there was not a suicidal cell in his body. rather, it seemed that the very sensation, the inner force that made Dickie's scrotum tighten, his throat constrict, and his eyeballs swim in dizziness also made him want to tumble into the precipitous void. And ultimately, his fear of longing to fall was greater, more disturbing, than his fear of falling.

This darling Marvelous has eaten at many tables and has not been nourished.

She had only the slimmest notion of what he meant, but his voice made her so horny she could barely keep from squirming, crossing her legs, or hopping about, like a little girl who had to go to the bathroom. On

Sissy dear. Your thumbs. HOLLYWOOD SPECTACULAR. LAS VEGAS. THE ROSE BOWL. Larger than any one man's desire.

Logic only gives a man what he needs...Magic gives him what he wants.

Love is the ultimate outlaw.

The mystics say that as soon as you give it up, you can have it. That may be true, but who wants it when you don't want it.

aching to get back in the game. Was he? Aching

Louisiana in September was like an obscene phone call from nature[...]Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing[...]and on Decatur Street, a mass-transit motor coach named Desire.

The mystics say that as soon as you give it up, you can have it. That may be true, but who wants it when you don't want it.

It's the wanting to know that makes us matter.

I love love. I love having a lover and being one. The insularity of passion. I love it. I love the way it blurs the distinction between everyone who isn't one's lover.

Carnal embrace is sexual congress, which is the insertion of the male genital organ into the female genital organ for purposes of procreation and pleasure. Fermat's last theorem, by contrast, asserts that when x, y and z are whole numbers each raised to power of n, the sum of the first two can never equal the third when n is greater than 2.

Before Plato could describe love, the loved one had to be invented. We would never love anybody if we could see past our invention. Bosie is my creation, my poem. In the mirror of invention, love discovered itself.

What do I want? Nothing which you'd call indecent, though I don't see what's wrong with it myself. You want to be brothers-in-arms, to have him to yourself... to be shipwrecked together, (to) perform valiant deeds to earn his admiration, to save him from certain death, to die for him - to die in his arms, like a Spartan, kissed once on the lips... or just run his errands in the meanwhile. You want him to know what cannot be spoken, and to make the perfect reply, in the same language.

Septimus: There is nothing more to be said about sexual congress. Thomasina: Is it the same as love? Septimus: Oh no, it is much nicer than that.

By why, Ligurinus, alas why this unaccustomed tear trickling down my cheek? – why does my glib tongue stumble to silence as I speak? At night I hold you fast in my dreams, I run after you across the Field of Mars, I follow you into the tumbling waters, and you show no pity.