Quotes About Desire

I can't help but think of the dance that I'm not going to. It's not that I want to go to a dance. I'd go milk cows with Jocelyn if I could. Or do whatever kids around here do for fun.

Part of me doesn't even know if we're together. I mean, we are-she likes me, and I want to run off to Mexico with her. So yeah, that's together, right? I guess I don't need a ring or anything.

How does one become a butterfly? They have to want to learn to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.

How does one become a butterfly?' she asked pensively. 'You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.' 'You mean to die?' asked Yellow, remembering the three who fell out of the sky. 'Yes and No,' he answered. 'What looks like you will die, but what's really you will still live.

How does one become a butterfly? she asked. You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.

Humans were strange that way, believing they could hoard what they loved like gold and keep it safely hidden away in their vaults.

Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

You feel you are creeping up over the edge of a precipice and that this cliff beckons you; worse, that you have a secret desire to fall over its edge into oblivion and that there is no way to stop that fall because you are the precipice.

Leave it up to hipster nerds to pretend to hate something that they actually want

One of us needs to get laid. Just one of us? What are the odds of both of us getting laid?

Gotta love alcohol and sex hormones.

I wish I could bottle the seductive look she gave me so I could sniff it when I jack off.

11:30: I am confused. I only want sushi.

Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don't want it if it's that easy

a Spring that comes for those who long for it.

Each of us has a terrorist inside, a mad impulse to abandon that which is rightfully ours, to blow ourselves to smithereens.

desire to rectify all injustice that I may have done to individuals

I felt like poisoning a monk.

I did not know then what Brother William was seeking, and to tell the truth, I still do not know today, and I presume he himself did not know, moved as he was solely by the desire for truth, and by the suspicion - which I could see he always harbored - that the truth was not what was appearing to him at any given moment.

The rest is just sex, copulation, the perpetuation of the vile species.

But can I really will anything? At this moment I feel the pleasure of being stone, the sun warms me, the wind makes acceptable this adjustment of my body, I have no intention of ceasing to be a stone. Why? Because I like it. So then I too am slave to a passion, which advises me against wanting freely its opposite. However, willing, I could will. And yet I do not. How much freer am I than a stone?

Jacopo Belbo didn't understand that he had had his moment and that it would have to be enough for him, for all his life. Not recognizing it, he spent the rest of his days seeking something else, until he damned himself.

Hay cosas que ves venir, no es que te enamores porque te enamoras, te enamoras porque en ese período tenías una desesperada necesidad de enamorarte. En los períodos en que tienes ganas de enamorarte debes fijarte bien dónde te metes: como haber bebido un filtro, de esos que hacen que uno se enamore del primero que pasa. Podría ser un ornitorrinco.

I wrote a novel because I had a yen to do it. I believe this is sufficient reason to set out to tell a story.