Quotes About Desire

Things were good. He had things to look forward to. That, for now, was to be his definition of living - to always have a thing to look forward to.

Happiness can't be bottled. It can't be smoked, swallowed, shot or ejaculated. And there is no end game: you never cross the finish line and are suddenly happy. Even when all your wildest dreams come true, you still pursue happiness.

This was how you did it, how you raised children. You built them a house that was impervious to danger and then you gave them every single thing that they could ever want, no matter how impossible. You read to them at night. Why couldn't people figure this out?

Buster was not used to this experience, physical desire that was actually fulfilled. In his entire life, he had kissed five women. One of them had been his sister. This was, Buster understood, a terrible percentage. He could count on one hand the number of times he'd had sex and still have enough fingers left over to make complicated shadow puppets.

It is strangely wonderful to feel the lack of something instead of believing that it was never there in the first place.

I don't think I can keep looking at this stuff, Buster," she informed him, handing the camera to her brother. "It makes me want to drink either more alcohol or none, and I can't imagine either possibility.

It was so nice to hear her voice, to hear her voice and listen to her talk about what she wanted. I never quite knew what I wanted, the letters I sent her so wishy-washy and pained. Madison, she fucking wanted stuff. And when she talked or wrote about it, with that intensity, you wanted to give it to her. You wanted her to have it. And it was so easy, I was in love with her again, the routine of our relationship, that she would hurt me, but I would allow it. I would live with it.

Being rich, of course, meant it was easier to just keep getting what you wanted. It took less and less effort to keep it.

I lived a life where I had less than I desired. So instead of wanting more, sometimes I just made myself want even less. Sometimes I made myself believe that I wanted nothing, not even food or air. And if I wanted nothing, I'd just turn into a ghost. And that would be the end of it.

Sometimes you took care of people by not letting them know how badly you wanted your life to be different.

had never wanted kids, because I had never wanted a man to give me a kid. The thought of it, gross; the expectation of it. But if a hole in the sky opened up and two weird children fell to Earth, smashing into the ground like meteroites, then that was something I could care for. If it gleamed like it was radiating danger, I'd hold it. I would. "Are

What you'll find, I think, is that the things you most want to avoid are the things that make you feel the greatest when you actually do them.

we were watching Jackson Browne on VH1 Storytellers, a singer she loved so much, she had taped it earlier in the summer and would watch it while she drank a beer at the end of the day. Right after "Doctor My Eyes," her favorite song, I asked her if I could go with Zeke to Memphis.

I'm not a prayer, I just wish a lot.

Darling, it is your darkness where I want my body to be buried. You burn me at both ends, send the geese bumping within my skin.

I am no longer ashamed how for weeks, after, I wanted to be dead--not to die, mind you, or do myself in--but to be there already, walking amongst all those I'd lost, to join the throng singing, if that's what there is-- or the nothing, the gnawing-- So be it.

Like hot food I love you like warm bread & cold cuts, butter sammiches or, days later, after Thanksgiving when I want whatever's left

Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die to get there.

Errata Baby, give me just one more hiss We must lake it fast morever I want to cold you in my harms & never get lo I live you so much it perts! Baby, jive me gust one more bliss Whisper your neat nothings in my near Can we hock each other one tore mime? All light wrong? Baby give me just one more briss My won & homely You wake me meek in the needs Mill you larry me? Baby, hive me just one more guess With this sing I'll thee shed

A bunch of women wanting you...that's what you get for being so damn sexy. All of us should be so screwed up.

I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.

it always hurts more to have and lose than to not have in the first place.

It's a funny thing... but people mostly have it backward. They think they live by what they want. But really, what guides them is what they're afraid of. What they don't want.

Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.