Quotes About Desire

Keep burning the flame of discontent within you until you get the joy of satisfaction.

Your heavenly eyes are shining like a late night starTo be in heaven, I like to get lost in those eyes forever.

Do you love to live or live to love?

When you kiss me, your lips upon mine, your kisses taste so sweet, just like a glass of good wine.

I can't fathom my love for you, but I know that it makes me want to drown inside of you.

Be a lover, nother else will matter.

Ambition is the ignition of a car we call life.

Everything becomes yours when we learn to long and love for everything.

Feel the attraction. Do not resist the love. Give yourself for love.

Fill yourself with love and happiness, but never give up the desire to love more.

Listen to the whisper of the ocean. See the beauty of her crystal blue eyes. Enjoy the hug of her warm, joyful and dancing beauty. Feel her deep driving desire in her waves.

Life is a dream so dream big!

You are not in love. Love is inside you longing for expression.

Strongest pain often gives the deepest pleasure.

Need doesn't care about being sensible.

The ocean is both my mistress and my lover. How else can I explain her salty kiss that is still on my lips.

Only you can find yourself by losing yourself again and again in the deep darkness of your driving desires.

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.

The true subject of poetry is the loss of the beloved.

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

I close my eyes to indulge and reminisce of a sunset that never existed.

Men yearn for poetry though they may not confess it; they desire that joy shall be graceful and sorrow august and infinity have a form.

This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But by what kept us from that perfect thing.

But he cannot see a connection between the end of yearning and the end of poetry. Is that what growing up amounts to: growing out of yearning, of passion, of all intensities of the soul?