Quotes About Desire

Da mi basia mille. (Give me a thousand kisses)

Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. I hate and I love. Why do I, you ask? I do not know, but I feel it happening and it hurts.

I hate & love. And if you should ask how I can do both, I couldn't say; but I feel it, and it shivers me.

let us forever serve this one master, so that a passion far grander and keener may burn in my soft marrow.

I hate her and i love her. don't ask me why. it's the way i feel, that's all, and it hurts.

I hate and love. you ask, "how can this be?" god knows what wretchedness what loathsome misery

I hate and love. why i do so, perhaps you ask. i know not but I feel it, and i am in torment.

In the heir's world, where everything was available, the unattainable had a wild allure.

The tips of his fingers glistened with the lamb grease from my cheek. I brought them to my lips and licked them, slowly, one by one.

Almighty God created sexual desire in ten parts; then he gave nine parts to women and one to men." —Ali ibn Abu Taleb, husband of Muhammad's daughter Fatima and founder of the Shiite sect of Islam

What did they want from him, these people? The girl's face was scrunched up like she had some kind of ague. Anyone think she was the one been sold away from her home and kin.

Curiosity – if not desire, if not plain kindness – might have led him to greater zeal.

To lessen or destroy sexual pleasure is to lessen temptation; a fallback in case the religious injunctions on veiling and seclusion somehow fail to do the job.

He is everything, everything, everything I ever admired and wanted and couldn't have. He is everything I needed and couldn't find in real life. Of course he is. That's why I invented him.

Like everything perfect, he set up a ferocious pain inside me -- a flickering, griping sort of pain, because nothing as marvelous as that is ever within reach, is it? Nothing as beautiful can ever last.

American men had made do for so long with smiling chorines and sweet titillation in their sleazy magazine that no one realised how hungry they were to have their sex mixed with terror and blood.

Ik heb intussen het 3e Hoofdstuk voltooid, vol verguldsel, paars licht, Eeeuwig onvervulde liefdesverlangens, Jongens op bromfietsen, motregen en met oude canapé kleden behangen grotten. Het leven is veel groter dan ik het ooit zou kunnen beschrijven. En God is gek op me.

Die twaalf gulden zijn de reden dat ik deze brief schrijf want daarginder wens ik u, zo dol als ik op u ben, allemaal, ongezien, de kanker.

The Great Bitch is the deadly female, a worthy opponent for the omnipotent hero to exercise his powers upon and through. She is desirous, greedy, clever, dishonest, and two jumps ahead all the time. The hero may either have her on his side and like a lion-tamer sool her on to his enemies, or he may have to battle for his life at her hands.

Stupid people sometimes complain that there is no sex in Austen's novels. In fact, they are driven by the oceanic force of suppressed female desire, which dwarfs any opportunity for enactment. Actual sexual intercourse is the off-stage climax of the Austen novel. The possibility that defloration may be an anti-climax is to be found in the tingling ironies that cling to every word that Austen writes.

We still make love to organs and not people.

Just as it is not the penis that commits rape, and not testosterone that drives it and not overwhelming sexual desire either, castration whether surgical or chemical will not eliminate men's hatred of women.

Envy eats nothing but its own heart

When the boy is growing he has a wolf in his belly.