Quotes About Desire

Sooner or later even the most ambitious glutton must crawl away and seek the solace of the vomitorium.

They will all abandon you. All you have left is my desire for you.

the scent of sweet cherry had attracted hundreds of ants. They were crawling over it and into it, many drowning for their greed.

Hell was easy; romance was hard.

Pleasure was pain there, and vice versa. And he knew it well enough to call it home.

She had witnessed in nauseating detail how the human world worked: its rituals of comfort (television, food, religion); its appetite for poison (television, food, religion); and for the monstrous edifices of desire (television, food, religion): she understood them all.

The world had seen so many Ages: the Age of Enlightenment; of Reformation; of Reason. Now, at last, the Age of Desire. And after this, an end to Ages; an end, perhaps, to everything.

We all count the hours. We all look for completion, even if we fear it. We long to be consumed. I long to be consumed.

Look at him. The Autarch glanced back at the captive as he spoke. He's got seconds left to live. But the leech gave him a taste and he wants it back again. A taste of what? Of the womb, Rosengarten. He said it was like being in the womb. We're all cast out. Whatever we build, wherever we hide, we're cast out.

Everywhere, in the wreckage around him, he found evidence to support the same bitter thesis: that he had encountered nothing in his life—no person, no state of mind or body—he wanted sufficiently to suffer even passing discomfort for.

If nothing was worth living for it followed, didn't it, that there was nothing worth dying for either.

You still love her, don't you?" Pie said, once they were out and walking. "Of course I love her," Estabrook said. "That's why I want her dead." "There's no resurrection, Mr. Estabrook. Not for you, at least." "It's not me who's dying," he said. "I think it is," came the

Ili je pakao možda jedna soba, jedan krevet i ve?no uzbu?enje i želja, i ja sam bio u njemu, video sam njegovu lepotu, i ako stvari krenu najgorim tokom izdrža?u.

No passion, only sudden lust, and just as sudden indifference.

There is in our natures a calamitous hunger for consummation.

Or were they breed who had died from their half-life, caught in the sun, perhaps, or withered by longing?

Lo tocó como nunca antes se había atrevido a hacerlo, acariciando su cuerpo con la punta de los dedos muy, muy suavemente, recorriendo la piel levantada como una mujer ciega leyendo braille.

Women had always existed: they had lived, a species to themselves, with the demons. But they had wanted playmates: and together they had made men. What an error, what a cataclysmic miscalculation.

Here let me be quite clear: the primary impulse behind such creations is not escapism. That implies a kind of cowardice in the face of the world, which is not what inspires such visions. Quite the reverse. It is a hunger to see more clearly that fuels the true fantasist. A desire to express the world's transforming heart.

This, no doubt, was the call 33 had heard. Bored with his balanced diet of maize and maple peas, tired of the pecking order of the loft and the predictability of each day — the bird had wanted out; wanted up and away. A day of high life; of food that had to be chased a little, and tasted all the better for that; of the companionship of wild things. All this went through Cal's head, in a vague sort of way, while he watched the circling flocks.

You've got blood on your hands, and you smell of coitus.

was enough to know they had no Devil on their backs. Just old humanity, cheated of love, and ready to pull down the world on its head.

The proximity of this harem aroused him, despite circumstances. He opned his trousers and caressed his cock, more eager to have the seed spilled and so be freed of these creatures than for the pleasure of it.

I wanted to be gone forever from being and knowing, which are the pieces of