Quotes About Desire

I want to push the fast-forward button until I get back to happy.

I don't care if he never becomes my boyfriend or my husband, i just want him to be legitimate.

The 12-step chocolate program: NEVER BE MORE THAN 12 STEPS AWAY FROM CHOCOLATE!

It's not worth doing something unless someone, somewhere, would much rather you weren't doing it.

I wanted happiness that wasn't innocence. I wanted romance that wasn't tragedy.

That's what poems are for, unlivable love." epigraph to "In Lilac-Light

Last of his toothpaste, last of his Wheat Chex, last of his 5-Quick-Cinnamon-Rolls-With-Icing, his Pop Secret Microwave Pop- corn, his Deluxe Fudge Brownie Mix next to my Casbah Nutted Pilaf on the sparser shelf, I'm using it all up. Chanting: he'd-want-me- to-he'd-want-me-to. To consume loss like a hydra-headed meal of would-have-dones accompanied by missed-shared-delight. What can I tell you?

I entered this world not wanting to come. I'll leave it not wanting to go. All this while, when it seemed there were two doors, there was only one--this passing through.

Heart, you are only the shell of a confessed desire wondering what to do next. — Tess Gallagher, from "Because the Dream is My Tenderest Arm," Midnight Lantern: New and Selected Poems (Graywolf Press, 2011)

The one man you most want to sleep with may be the worst choice of all.

I thought to myself how lucky, how lucky that I jumped at my only chance when I could. Sure, I did not love him, but I was loved. I had everything Corazón had wanted. I had beaten her at every round, yet I felt nothing but a devastating emptiness inside. Y

Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.

But she wasn't in love, though she had been ready to be. Love sank down gently from where it had been swollen in expectation -- she imagined a red balloon deflating to a foolish remnant. (In the cave, 171)

This tension of thwarted longing -- even when they were on their own and could do whatever they liked -- was somehow the whole character of their relationship. Sheila was always frantic for the next thing she didn't have from Neil; the sensation was as painful as wire spooled taut in her chest. She wondered sometimes what would become of them if the spool gave way and the tension slackened.

Yes, I have loved, as no one on earth ever loved, with an insensate and furious love, so violent that I wonder it did not break my heart.

Whatever may have been said of the satiety of pleasure and of the disgust which usually follows passion, any man who has anything of a heart and who is not wretchedly and hopelessly blasé feels his love increased by his happiness, and very often the best way to retain a lover ready to leave is to give one's self up to him without reserve.

If thou wilt be mine, I shall make thee happier than God Himself in His paradise. The angels themselves will be jealous of thee. Tear off that funeral shroud in which thou about to wrap thyself. I am Beauty, I am Youth, I am Life. Come to me! Together we shall be Love.

I longed to be able to gather my whole life-force into a single impulse, and transmit it to her and blow into her frozen remains the fire that was consuming me.

Yes, I have loved as none in the world ever loved—with an insensate and furious passion—so violent that I am astonished it did not cause my heart to burst asunder. Ah, what nights—what nights!

Angels' kisses must be like this; true paradise is not in heaven but on the lips of one's beloved.

Tear up that funeral shroud—you are going to smother yourself in it. I am beauty, I am youth, I am life—come to me, and together we will be Love itself....Our life together will flow by like a dream, and it will be as one perpetual kiss.

Nothing is really beautiful unless it is useless; everything useful is ugly, for it expresses a need, and the needs of man are ignoble and disgusting, like his poor weak nature. The most useful place in a house is the lavatory.

I belong to those for whom the superfluous is necessary.

Pleasure has turned into passion much more quickly than I should ever have thought possible.