Quotes About Desire

A suicide attempt can be very much like falling in love. You're not really sure, as you proceed, what is real and what you're making up as you go. You're genuinely uncertain how the whole thing's going to turn out. You want it, but you don't. It seems both inevitable and impossible.

Satan makes the way rough for the sinner who desires to get away from him.

I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.

And I want to be held down. I don't know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy me.

What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.

Yet from thy lethal lips and thine alone, Love would I drink, as dew from poison-bloom.

I have put my arm down forever to interrupt the men who want more hair. from the poem Pasadena collected in Own Face (1978)

Anne, I'm sorry about your pa… all this time… all that waitin'. All that time? she said, taking a step toward him. You were waiting for him. He was all you ever wanted. I know it, and I'm sorry, he said. Jack, she said, her voice husky and soft. It was you, she said. It was you all that time, all those years. I was waiting… for you. - Jack & Anne

He lifted his mouth from hers and trailed kisses across her face. One of these days, I'm gonna kiss every freckle on you. That'll take some doing, he said, his breath a caress. -Jack to Anne

Facebook is actually competing with cigarettes to be hired for the same Job to Be Done. Which the smoker chooses will depend on the circumstances of his struggle in that particular moment.

People don't want to buy a quarter-inch drill. They want a quarter-inch hole. It's a profound insight—first popularized by legendary Harvard marketing professor Ted Levitt decades ago.1

People don't want to buy a quarter-inch drill. They want a quarter-inch hole. It's

But the bars that held you, the bars that kept you in were the luxury and soft living. It is hard to walk out on a thing like that

It must be wonderful, I thought, to be, not exactly rich, but to have enough so you didn't have to worry when there was some little thing you wanted, not to have to wonder if it would be all right if you spent the money for it. To be able to live in a house like this, to line the walls with books and have rich draperies and to have more than just one bottle of booze and a place to keep it other than a kitchen shelf.

the hunter-lust that prodded men to kill something strange or harder to kill or bigger than any man had ever killed before.

We see on our death bed, not our whole life flashing before us – as with a drowning man – but an endless sequence of all the things we had wanted to do and had never done.

People carry in their hearts an inconsolable longing for something and they are never quite sure what it is.

There is when making love a moment when the body defies gravity. This is the moment to strive for.

I could smell her perfume. It was light and airy, a scent I didn't know, and seemed personal to her. She was so beautiful, I couldn't bear to look at her.

Words are sexier than flesh.

Evil, however powerful it seemed, could be undone by its own appetite.

She wanted nothing that he could offer her, except perhaps his absence.

You are my beauty, my body, perfected. All I was drained off into you. When you left, my health went with you - leaving a moral morbidity I smell in my sleep. The acts I committed for the love of you. Acts I can never forget. I crawled into the bellies of the dead to fish out a little life... I have an appetite for it now. I have an unrelenting lust for death.

An amalgam of sexual excess and demonic elegance, as likely to fuck you as tear out your heart.