Quotes About Desire

I am very needy for friendship and I hate men. I want to f - - them, but I can now say I'm engaged - get away from me.

All men by nature desire to know. An indication of this is the delight we take in our senses; for even apart from their usefulness they are loved for themselves...

I like my men like I like my roses . . . by the dozen.

Vanity is so secure in the heart of man that everyone wants to be admired: even I who write this, and you who read this.

In terms of addiction, there is nothing more powerful than men's toys.

Since there must be chimeras, why is not perfection the chimera of all men?

The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away.

Man is not free to refuse to do the thing which gives him more pleasure than any other conceivable action.

One-half, the finest half, of life is hidden from the man who does not love with passion.

I'm not a conventional leading man at all and have no wish to be.

for it was not knowledge but unity that she desired, not inscriptions on tablets, nothing that could be written in any language known to men, but intimacy itself, which is knowledge

Ignore what a man desires and you ignore the very source of his power.

What every genuine philosopher (every genuine man, in fact) craves most is praise although the philosophers generally call it recognition!

Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.

The ultimate end of human acts is eudaimonia, happiness in the sense of living well, which all men desire; all acts are but different means chosen to arrive at it.

He is a poor son whose sonship does not make him desire to serve all men's mothers.

A man marries one woman to escape from many others, and then chases many others to forget he's married to one.

Dead men would start and move toward me to learn of love.

What makes man most unhappy is to be deprived not of that which he had, but of that which he did not have, and did not really know.

Honestly if men are given a choice, we'll choose everything.

Vice: Whatever was passion in the contemplation of man, being brought forth by his will into action.

Well, I think mostly we're dressing for men.

Coonskin caps, Yankee bats, the Hound Dog man's big start. The A-bomb fears, Annette had ears, I lusted in my heart.

Quench love, and what is left of a man's life but the folding of a few jointed bones and square inches of flesh? Who would call that life?