Quotes About Desire

I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.

Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensable as poetry.

You must be a poet, a lady of evil luck desiring to be what you are not, longing to be what you can only visit.

All things want to float.

Sexual activity is driven by the same aims and motives as reading poetry or listening to music: to escape the limitations imposed by the need for particularity in the consciousness.

Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken.

If the afternoon had been blue, there might have been less desire.

In this horror of solitude, this need to lose his ego in exterior flesh, which man calls grandly the need for love.

But you hate poetry! Yes, but you make me want to write it.

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.

Eroticism cannot be entirely revealed without poetry.

Poetry being the sign of that which all men desire, even though the desire be unconscious, intensity of life or completeness of experience, the universality of its appeal is a matter of course.

I am angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating ice cream or kissing a boy.

Poetry and consumption are the most flattering of diseases.

We ran as if to meet the moon.

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

I am not a painter. I am a poet. / Why? I think I would rather be / a painter, but I am not.

In the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body.

But the more poetry one reads the more one longs to read!

Gotta get a tight grip, don't slip, loose lips, sank ships, it's a trip, I love the way she licks her lips.

Chess has this in common with making poetry; that the desire for it comes upon the amateur in gusts.

The union of a want and a sentiment.

As for me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because this self-lust has a delightful dying fall in my soul.