Quotes About Desire

Is chocolate your answer to everything? Sometimes.

was Aristotle who said it: "All human actions have one or more of seven causes," and then he named them: chance, nature, compulsion, habit, reason, passion, and desire.

Warum wird das Spielerische, Leichte, Dynamische aus der Sexualität genommen, warum sind die Klangfarben, die Tonarten der Lust als so statisch, abgegrenzt, einseitig gedacht, warum sind die Modulationen verschwunden aus dem Denken über das Begehren?

Heimat ist das, von wo wir ausziehen, wo wir beginnen...Es ist nicht das, wo wir bleiben, es ist nicht das, was uns unverändert begleitet. Die Wanderschaft, auf die wir uns begeben, auf der wir unserem Begehren nachgehen, diese Unruhe, die uns angetrieben hat, das Gefühl des Exils ist die Quelle für das Suchen nach einem anderen Zuhause, nach einer anderen Heimat.

A noite está tépida. O céu está salpicado de estrelas. Eu que sou exótica gostaria de recortar um pedaço do céu para fazer um vestido

Compreendo que o sonho de pobre é sonhar, apenas sonhar.

Strat yearned to imagine her without even the thin white dress, but it would not be honorable, so he prevented himself from having such a fantasy.

Not only is there no way to make everyone happy, it's nearly impossible to make anyone happy. And anyway, most people only think they want to be happy. Including me. There's something wildly freeing about knowing that.

Maggie lifted her head. Chase lowered his. Like the inevitable meeting of sea with shore, their mouths came together.

And then those dusky lashes fluttered up, revealing a lambent gleam of jungle green. His hands circled her waist and she slowly flexed his hips, a wholly male sound of satisfaction escaping him when her eyes fluttered shut and she gasped. And then a small, secret, feminine smile appeared on her lips and Chase's control snapped like a power line in a high wind. Wrapping her in his arms, he began to pump into her in a slow, relentless rhythm that was both too much and not enough.

Rose once jotted down a quotation she attributed to her mother: "I don't know which is more heartbreaking, a dream un[ful]filled or a dream realized.

If we were teenagers, I could kiss you. But I'm on a platform behind a counter wearing a name tag and we're too old to be young.

But the most important thing I know is that I want the possibility of you more than the reality of [her].

Your lips were made for mine, Beck. You are the reason I have a mouth, a heart.

If you don't start with crazy, crazy love, the kind of love that Van Morrison sings about, then you don't have a shot to go the distance. Love's a marathon, Danny, not a sprint.

I imagine pushing you into the red abyss and jumping in after you, with you, so we can burn together, forever, a tree of life, light, sex.

But I can't stand the way you make me feel so good, like, better than I ever felt, and then you tear it all away, like deep down, you don't want me to be happy.

What a shame to be so angered by what you don't have that you treat what you do have like it's nothing.

You are a monster, deathly, solipsistic to the bone and you're blasphemous because all you want is You

Who can sleep with you in the world?

I wish it were socially acceptable to brandish a knife.

It's gonna be hard to break you, this hungry public part of you that wants to be noticed and observed. You need an escort, Beck, especially if you want to dress like a fucking whore.

It would be nice to have something alive to hold on to right now, something to love me, something with a beating heart that I can feel, something to be with me as I sit here, in hell, trying to figure it out.

I take my time walking up the stairs and onto the street. I want life to move slowly because I want to anticipate you with all my heart, greet you with all my heart, fuck you with all my heart and miss you with all my heart. I have to laugh because I sound like a greeting card but I deserve this, you, joy.