Quotes About Desire

a creature of impulse.

He was mystery, he was darkness, he was all she had dreamed of. And if she would only free him he would service her -oh yes- until her pleasure reached that thereshold that, like all theresholds, was a place where the strong grew stronger, and the weak perished.

The seasons long for each other, like men and women, in order that they may be cured of their excesses.

She was liquid; a boundless sea in a single body, a deluge in a small room, and I will gladly drown in her, if she grants me the chance.

But the strongest scent was also the oldest – it was the perfume of his transgressions. There were other smells, too, some of which she could name – incense, books, sweat – and far, far more that she had no name for.

Your flesh is killing your spirit

Dorothea: What the fuck are you? Nix: A man who wanted to be a God...then changed his mind.

Rakkaus - - vaanii meitä kuin kuolema ja verot.

Ah, James, our James, she says, sounding wistful. Can't live with him, can't kill him slowly enough. - Callie (pg. 141)

Most people can't truly conceive of being in a place where death might be preferable to life. Life is strong. It grips you in many ways, from the beating of your heart, to the sun on your face, to the feel of the ground beneath your feet. It grasps you.

The body, I had been taught, wants only to live. Suicide, I had understood, is an act not of the body against itself but of the will against the body. Yet here I beheld a body that was going to die rather than change its nature.

I want nothing from love, in short, but love.

But what is the heart, madame? It's worth less than people think. it's quite accommodating, it accepts anything. You give it whatever you have, it's not very particular. But the body... Ha! That's something else again! It has a cultivated taste, as they say, it knows what it wants. A heart doesn't choose, and one always ends up by loving.

He was the type of man women said they hated, they absolutely hated, they absolutely and categorically hated, and then they went to bed with him. I was the type of man women said they hated, and then they went home.

We want more than chocolate cake, said Rachel. We need your help. Jacques seemed unflustered by the girl's sudden impatience. But chocolate cake is a good starting point, oui?

You've lost track of the man inside in your restless need to create things, to amass stuff, to have power. It is the disease of desire, my friend. And it has rotted your soul to the very core

And the ape and the man exist in one body; and when the ape's desires are about to be fulfilled, he disappears and is succeeded by the man, who is disgusted with the ape's appetite.

Man is as much a slave to his immediate surroundings now as he was when he lived in tree-huts. Give him the highest, the most exciting thoughts about man's place in the universe, the meaning of history; they can all be snuffed out in a moment if he wants his dinner, or feels irritated by a child squalling on a bus.

Ask the Outsider what he ultimately wants and he will admit he doesn't know. Why? Because he wants it instinctively, and it is not always possible to tell what your instincts are driving towards. Young W.B. Yeats wanted a fairy land where 'the lonely of heart is withered away.' Dowson and Thompson and Beddoes were 'half in love with easeful death': They are not long, the days of wine and roses Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream.

I didn't want to love you, but I can't help it. I don't want to be without you, but I bloody well will. - Max

I don't plan to be a gentleman about this Victoria. He doesn't want you - he doesn't want anyone - an I do. ~ Sebastian

Se continui a guardarmi così, Victoria, sarò felice di darti quello che vuoi. Dopotutto, non sei più una bambina Sebastian a Victoria

Non c'era premura, né ferocia tra loro... Ma il suo bacio la lasciava senza fiato, le toglieva la ragione, le indeboliva le ginocchia. Era profondo e lungo come se avesse tutto il tempo di questa terra.

To forbid the thought of escape, even that slightest butterfly thought of escape, was to murder one's humanity.