Quotes About Desire

I believe that God has planted in every heart the desire to live in freedom.

She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness.

The verb to be is the vehicle of amorous frenzy.

Like a woman, possibility makes demands, makes a person go all the way.

Beauty is desired in order that it may be befouled; not for its own sake, but for the joy brought by the certainty of profaning it.

Eroticism is assenting to life even in death.

The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.

Beauty is desired in order that it may be befouled; not for its own sake, but for the joy brought by the certainty of profaining it.

Extreme seductiveness is at the boundary of horror

Incredible nervous state, trepidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).

The sexual act is in time what the tiger is in space.

Our only real pleasure is to squander our resources to no purpose, just as if a wound were bleeding away inside us; we always want to be sure of the uselessness or the ruinousness of our extravagance.

You perhaps now know that desire reduces us to pulp.

A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.

There is no mask that temptation cannot wear.

Le danger n'est pas dans la multiplication des machines, mais dans le nombre sans cesse croissant d'hommes habitués, dès leur enfance, à ne désirer que ce que les machines peuvent donner.

Lust is a mysterious wound in the side of humanity; or rather, at the very source of its life! To confound this lust in man with that desire which unites the sexes is like confusing a tumor with the very organ which it devours, a tumor whose very deformity horribly reproduces the shape.

We ask for our daily crumb of love. We are given a ton for eternity, which is death.

La femme séduite est "énamourée". Difficile à regarder. C'est comme un animal. J'essaie de séduire. Puis quand c'est fait, je trouve ridicule la personne séduite. Incapable d'en jouir. Je l'ai rendue idiote, la belle affaire. Tour de cartes. Mais je joue avec mes cartes. Quel drôle de prestidigitateur, qui en veut aux spectateurs de croire, de l'applaudir, qui joue sans jouer, qui souffre de tromper sans tromper. Oui quelle drôle de vie.

Is this not the collector's exquisite pleasure, that his desire should know no bounds, should reach out into the infinite, should never know full possession which disappoints by its very completeness. O what joy to be able to postpone the fulfillment of desire to infinity!

All lovers desire solitude in order to possess each other more completely. They create for each other a new universe inhabited by the two of them alone. ("The Dead Town")

Il y a donc des amours pareils à ces fruits de la Mer Morte qui ne vous laissent à la bouche qu'un goût de cendre impérissable.

that exquisite sensual pleasure of collectors, who are a tactile species—

Gripped by a feverish urge to climb, he felt like running up the stone stairs. People often talk of the attraction of the abyss. There is also the abyss above. Borluut was still going up; he would have liked to keep on going up for ever, melancholy at the thought that the stairway was doubtless going to stop and that at the end, on the edge of the air, he would still yearn to continue, go farther, higher.