Quotes About Desire

You ok?" he said. No, I'm not. I'm lonely and exhausted and no kind of mother and on top of all that migrained with fucking idiotic desire. "I'm fine," I said, and opened the passenger door.

More than anything, Natalie wanted to move to the bed, take Sophie's hand, sit beside her.Lay her head against her shoulder. But she didn't dare. Or maybe just couldn't. Fear. Friendship. Desire. Regret. Remorse. Longing. Hunger. Terror. It was getting so hard to tell the difference between any of those things. If she'd ever been able to. If anyone really could.

Every single one of them with their eyes open and on him, their mouths, too, halfway screaming, halfway begging. Offering themselves to him, because the call was irresistible despite being recognizable. They were moths who know what the light is, know what it will do to them. And come anyway.

Every single one of them with their eyes open and on him, their mouths, too, halfway screaming, halfway begging. Offering themselves to him, because the call was irresistible despite being recognizable. They were moths who know what the to light is, know what it will do to them. And they come anyway.

I have found there are four steps to change. 1. You must want it. 2. You must believe it. 3. You must live it. 4. You will become it.

I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the predawn sky. "I hate you," I said softly. "I love you," the voice whispered back.

But down deep in his heart he knew that we all have the same promise of the unlimited help of the Universal Intelligence that guides all things. If we want it, we only have to plug into it with the master key of desire and trust.

To find something you can enjoy is far better than finding something you can possess.

What happens in the heart, simply happens. But sometimes real love calls us to a higher duty. We have to do what's right, and not always what we desire.

What was it Chekhov once said? 'We live for love, and for hope and dreams, and for the small things that please us and for little else.' It would be pleasant too if the snow was gone and it was spring again.

I+V=R (Imagination mixed with Vividness becomes Reality.) The speaker pointed out that the mind thinks in pictures, not in words. And as we vividly picture in our mind what we desire, it will become a reality.

When you have the ability and desire to help someone, the only moral choice is to act.

Perhaps our need to escape into media is a misplaced desire for the journey.

Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.

In many languages, even the word for human being is "one who goes on migrations." Progress itself is a word rooted in a seasonal journey. Perhaps our need to escape into media is a misplaced desire for the journey.

Listening to these stories reminded me of the words of the great Ghanaian novelist Ayi Kwei Armah: "For seasons and seasons and seasons, all our movement has been going against our self, a journey into our killer's desire.

Love is wanting what's best for the other person. Romance is wanting the other person.

Progress itself is rooted in a seasonal journey. Perhaps our need to escape into media is a misplaced desire for the journey.

Love is wanting what's best for the other person. Romance is wanting the other person.

Sometimes you're hungry for one thing and not another.

Sometimes you're hungry for one thing and not another.

And it came to me, and I knew what I had to have before my soul would rest. I wanted to belong-to belong to my mother. And in return-I wanted my mother to belong to me.

The craving to be famous is like an insidious disease, no matter how well known you become it's never enough, it never satisfies.

I could see the longing in your eyes.