Quotes About Desire

Ah. I like my coffee like I like my men. Hot, black, and coming down my throat.

Nothing except the desire between them, the ground below them, the night above.

a hot Krispy Kreme donut stuffed with blood and voided bowels.

The desire for perfection is like a pit of wet coal silt: it will grab your boots like iron hands and never let you go. 13.

There's a big luscious peach of a dream in L.A. The peach has been repeatedly exposed as overripe and tainted with wormholes... but it's still the only giant peach in town. Even if it's wet-brown and crawling with centipedes, everyone wants their bite.

Look deep into your heart, Gentle Reader. Deep, deep, deep; past your desire for true love, for inexhaustible riches or uncontested sexual championship, for the ability to fight crime and restore peace to a weary world. Underneath all this, if you are a true, red-blooded American, you'll find the throbbing desire to be famous.

What do I want? What kind of question is that? I want what everybody wants. I want someone who has my back. I want someone's name to put in the space after in an emergecy please call. I want someone who will drink the other half of the bottle of wine so I don't. And someone to make it worth sitting down at an actual table to eat. I want someone who's dying to get home after a long day because I'm going to be there.

Maybe part of finding what you wanted was recognizing what you didn't want.

Lust, I suspect, wears repatent stilettos, that feather boa and not much else. Maybe glossy red lipstick.

There were so many things mingled in his expression--yearning, disappointment, and yes, love.

For so long I had eaten my greens and here - at last! - was my ice-cream sundae.

I don't want to sleep,' my mother said. 'I want -- for God's sake, I want to wake up.

I've finally come to understand that life itself is the Fun House. All you want is that door marked EXIT, the escape to a place where Real Life will be; and you can never find it.

The whole world seemed a maze of shifting mirrors in which I wandered alone, looking always and frenziedly for the exit back into my real life, where people had substance, did as they said they would, and were whole.

Maybe, instead, I'll set the world on fire. I just might.

Have you ever asked yourself whether you'd rather fly or be invisible?

S]he was my Muse, my alcoholic's bourbon on the rocks: irresistible.

There is, I came to realize, what the mind wants and what the body wants. The mind can excite the body, but its desires can also be false; whereas the body, the animal, wants what it wants.

Live, my dear Nora. Satisfy your hunger. There's food all around you, you know.' 'What kind of food, I'd like to know?' 'Ah'-he smiled- 'you must taste all things, actually to know if you like them.' And what good is that, I wanted to ask, if the most delicious fruit is forbidden?

I always thought I'd live in Paris, Rome, Madrid—at least for a while. It strikes me now that I didn't dream of Zanzibar or Papeete or Tashkent: even my fantasy was cautious, a good girl's fantasy, a blanched almond of a fantasy. Today, even that is enough to clench my fists and curl my toes. In

No, obviously what strength was all along was the ability to say "Fuck off" to the lot of it, to turn your back on all the suffering and contemplate, unmolested, your own desires above all.

It wouldn't have surprised me to learn that nobody we knew had ever really seen the building: it was the sort of thing you wished you'd done, without actually wishing to do it.

It shows how long-lived anger is, the desire for vengeance: it has a nuclear half-life, and it teaches people patience in the most sinister way.

It wouldn't have surprised me to learn that nobody we knew had ever really seen the building: it was the sort of thing you wished you'd done, without actually wishing to do it.