Quotes About Desire

porque es una cosa muy obscura y muy dulce ese grande y extraño movimiento de un corazón que se pone a amar.

Ah, miten mielelläni hukuttautuisin, jollei vesi olisi niin kylmää!

Si vous voulez que je m'en aille, Pourquoi passez-vous par ici ? Lorsque je vous vois, je tressaille : C'est ma joie et c'est mon souci. Si vous voulez que je m'en aille, Pourquoi passez-vous par ici ?

But the very progress of the human race may be halted because of a desire to sit down too soon. This has often been the failing of the bourgeoisie.

The cause of all this youth's crimes was the desire to be well-dressed.

Zu lieben oder geliebt zu haben genügt. Danach verlangt nichts mehr! In den geheimnisvollen Wendungen des Lebens ist keine weitere Perle mehr zu finden.

Qué triste está el alma cuando está triste por el amor! ¡Qué vacío tan inmenso es la ausencia del ser que llena el mundo! ¡Oh! ¡Cuán verdadero es que el ser amado se convierte en Dios!

One of the drawbacks of sleeping with whores, he thought lazily. You got what you paid for, and not a goddamn thing more.

She was touching his body with her tongue, and he felt it there, but somehow what she was doing went deeper. As if that gentle, moist tongue of hers were flicking his heart as well.

The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.   —

Your're successful beyond your wildest dreams and it still isn't enough?

Sometimes you have to fight for the thing that will complete you.

Love shows us who we want to be. War shows us who we are.

She had tried to be loved by him; more important, she had tried to keep loving him, but in the end, one was impossible as the other.

How can I possibly fold all that longing into something as small as words?

He liked whores. He always had.

She was angry at him--she knew that, felt it--but as he came toward her, that anger dried up and blew away like dust beneath the longing that mattered so much more.

He sighed. "Sometimes life kicks the shit out of you; that's all. It's like the Stones said: You can't always get what you want.

It had been the first kiss for both of them, and to this day, when Dean kissed a woman, he longed for the smell of the sea.

She had tried to be loved by him; more important, she had tried to keep loving him, but in the end, one was as impossible as the other.

A kiss?" She repeated it to stall for time. This was the sort of thing that she'd taken for granted before the war. Men desired her; they always had. She wanted that back, wanted to flirt with Henri and be flirted with, and yet the very idea of it felt sad and a little lost, as if perhaps kisses didn't mean much anymore and flirtation even less.

The minute he saw her, he understood what had been missing from his life. It was hokey, he knew, and sentimental and sappy, but that didn't make it any less true. What he'd been longing for, without even realizing it, had been that elusive, magical mixture of friendship and passion that he'd only ever found with her.

Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure.

It's fucking awful to want someone you can't have." And with those few words, Kate knew: she had never had a chance with him.