Quotes About Desire

Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Allah given To lift from earth our low desire.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.

Hate is by far the greatest pleasure; men love in haste, but detest in leisure.

I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me - yet I sometimes long for it.

Oh pleasure, you're indeed a pleasant thing, / Although one must be damned for you no doubt. / I make a resolution every spring / Of reformation, ere the year run out.

But pomp and power alone are woman's care, And where these are light Eros finds a feere; Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair.

Prometheus-like from heaven she stole The fire that through those silken lashes In darkest glances seems to roll, From eyes that cannot hide their flashes: And as along her bosom steal In lengthened flow her raven tresses, You'd swear each clustering lock could feel, And curled to give her neck caresses.

Recuso-me a ser escravo de algum apetite.

So we'll go no more a-roving so late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, and the moon be still as bright.

Nothing is work unless you'd rather be doing something else.

The only way to get everything you want in life is to be very clever about what you want.

Just because it's forbidden doesn't mean it's good for you.

Money is not the root of all evil, but it is popular because people believe it is.

Sex is a poor substitute for love, but it's not a bad substitute for tennis.

I wanted to be successful, not famous.

I remember thinking I just want more. This isn't it. Fame is not the goal. Money is not the goal. To be able to know how to get peace of mind, how to be happy, is something you don't just stumble across. You've got to search for it.

Man stole the fruit, but I must climb the tree.

The eye is bigger than the belly.

Now I am here; what thou wilt do with me None of my books will show: I read and sigh and wish I were a tree, For sure, then I should grow To fruit or shade: At least some bird would trust Her household to me, and I should be just.

The love of money and the love of learning rarely meet.

who aimeth at the sky, Shoots higher than he that means a tree.

To speak of morals in art is to speak of legislature in sex. Art is the sex of the imagination.

I know many married men, I even know a few happily married men, but I don't know one who wouldn't fall down the first open coal hole running after the first pretty girl who gave him a wink.