Quotes About Desire

I love you—oh, how terribly I love you—but I could not live in your world for more than a little time. The stars have a hold on me; I would miss them, and I—I would be torn in two, Georyn.

But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get.

What did my hands do before they held you?

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction--every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.

To-day I wish that I were a tree, And not myself, Confronting spring with a neat little row of poems Like cups and saucers on a shelf. ... But as I am only a woman And not a tree, With piteous human care I have made this poem, And set it now on the shelf with the rest to be. - Wish in Spring

Sitting here, and thus, she had attained to a state which she could never have desired, not even conceived. And being so unforeseen, so alien to her character and upbringing, her felicity had an absolute perfection; no comparison between the desired and the actual could tear holes in it, no ambition whisper, But this is not quite what you wanted, is it?

I wish and you wish, but God does as he wills.

It was so much more exquisite to long for somebody than to have her there beside him.

Longing that is deeper than want. It's not as simple as desire. It's more like missing something you've never had.

But Ruby understands now, this inclination. This desire to slip away. To seclude herself. She understands how it feels to be an island, separate from everyone else, surrounded by nothing but water. Even when she is with people (at school, at Izzy's house, at the pool), she is aware of how alone she is. Nobody can reach her, not really. She and her mother are more similar than different, but she doesn't know how to tell her mom this. What words might explain she understands.

Rich people focus on what they want, while poor people focus on what they don't want.

The number one reason most people don't get what they want is that they don't know what they want.

It will not do, my friend, to grant an easy indulgence to natural appetite and desire, for they ever seek to be our masters.

Uncorseted, her friendly bustGives promise of pneumatic bliss.

Terminate tormentOf love unsatisfiedThe greater tormentOf love satisfied.

April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.

For love would be love of the wrong thing there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory out of desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in a forgetful snow, feedingA little life with dried tubers.

God will not let your needs and wants go unattended, especially when you desire to be more like Him.

The fact that you yearn for more doesn't mean you're ungrateful for what you have or that you're greedy. It means you have a higher calling. The yearning inside calls you.