Quotes About Desire

I'm afraid, ha, ha, I find more inspiration in the Marquis de Sade.

The pain of hunger beneath everything. At the end of all love-making, the dreamless sleep after the orgasm, which is like death.

When you want anything badly, you always have to make some sacrifices.

FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.— Her lips suck forth my soul; see where it flies...

That like I best that flies beyond my reach. Set me to scale the high pyramids And thereon set the diadem of France; I'll either rend it with my nails to nought, Or mount the top with my aspiring wings, Although my downfall be the deepest hell.

Heavens can witness I love none but you: From my embracements thus he breaks away. O that mine arms could close this isle about, That I might pull him to me where I would! Or that these tears that drizzle from mine eyes Had power to mollify his stony heart, That when I had him we might never part.

As in plain terms (yet cunningly) he crav'd it; / Love always makes those eloquent that have it (II.71-2).

Love is not full of pity (as men say)/ But deaf and cruel where he means to prey. (Hero and Leander, 771–72)

But that I am by nature phlegmatic, slow to wrath, and prone to lechery (to love, I would say)

Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.

Sweet prince, I come! these, thy amorous lines Might have enforc'd me to have swum from France, And, like Leander, gasp'd upon the sand, So thou wouldst smile, and take me in thine arms.

I'le burne my bookes; ah Mephostophilis.

If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me, and be my love.

She's evil. Evil, evil, evil. I want to see her naked.

You want me and I want you. right? Who did she think she was? You can't just go around blurting out the truth like a prophet with Tourette's Syndrome. He said, Well, I guess. Yeah, that's right.

Words, words, words, a million million words circle in my head like hawks, waiting to dive onto the page to rend and tear the only two words I want to write. Why me?

Like God's own chocolate, I'd lick her shadow off a hot sidewalk

Hope is merely another face of desire. And desire is a motherfucker.

It's like he has this power over me—like I have an eating disorder and he's a package of Oreo Double Stuff cookies.

Is it so hard for you to give up what you never had?

Devil's Food? You can only eat so much white cake, my friend.

Hope is merely another face of desire.

I like a girl with a substantial bottom,' said Renoir, drawing in the air the size bottom he preferred.