Quotes About Desire

and even at Christmas, there is nothing to be gained by wishing for what one can't possibly have.

In my next lifetime I wanted to come back as a guy. They seemed to always get the upper hand.

At forty-three, I bought my first house. I'd wanted one like crazy. A house meant family, a happy childhood for my litttle girl and for the little girl self inside me. . . . I was soon overwhelmed by the upkeep and overcome by the yardwork. . . . In the bright light of closing, it was obvious: it was never a house I wanted; it was what a house symbolized to me. (254)

Cómo hacer, Virginia, para pegar Europa a América y secar el océano que las separa? ¿O cómo hacer para pasar de uno de esos dos continentes que me dividen? ¡Cómo hacer para secar mi corazón de tantas nostalgias!

Ironically enough, in the same way that fear brings to pass what one is afraid of, likewise a forced intention makes impossible what one forcibly wishes... Pleasure is, and must remain, a side-effect or by-product, and is destroyed and spoiled to the degree to which it is made a goal in itself.

fear brings about that which one is afraid of, and hyper-intention makes impossible what one wishes

That is why existential frustration often eventuates in sexual compensation. We can observe in such cases that the sexual libido becomes rampant in the existential vacuum.

En este contexto, podemos extrapolar el aforismo que dice que «el deseo es el padre del pensamiento» y afirmar que «el miedo es la madre del suceso».

El deseo sexual ni siquiera aparecía en los sueños de los prisioneros, lo que contradice el postulado del psicoanálisis que asegura que «los deseos inhibidos» se manifiestan de forma especial en el sueño.

Meaning orientation had subsided, and consequently the seeking of immediate pleasure had taken over.

fear brings about that which one is afraid of, and that hyper-intention makes impossible what one wishes.

Ironically enough, in the same way that fear brings to pass what one is afraid of, likewise a forced intention makes impossible what one forcibly wishes. This excessive intention, or "hyper-intention," as I call it, can be observed particularly in cases of sexual neurosis.

Es más, con frecuencia el vacío existencial se presenta de forma enmascarada. A veces la frustración de la voluntad de sentido se compensa con la voluntad de poder en su expresión más burda: el deseo de tener dinero. En otras ocasiones el vacío de la voluntad de sentido se llena con la voluntad de placer. Y eso explica que la frustración existencial suela provocar un desenfreno libidinoso, e incluso que esas pulsiones de la libido se mezclen con las agresivas.

paradoxical intention" on the twofold fact that fear brings about that which one is afraid of, and that hyper-intention makes impossible what one wishes.

The wish is father to the thought" to "The fear is mother of the event.

Love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire.

For there is a general desire to be endlessly remembered and endlessly repeatable.

Man wants what he cannot have, or what is difficult to procure, or what he must wade through the blood of other men to get. So with collectors.

A book collector is mad enough to begin with, Watson; but tempt him with some such bait as this Shakespeare quarto and he is bereft of all sanity.

You shouldn't do this — you shouldn't! was all she found breath to say. He laughed softly, deeply. I'm doing it, though. Want me to stop? Yes Little liar! He took her lips then and Fay was lost. Like a small moth she fluttered in the dark flame of him and it mattered not that destruction might lie beyond the ecstasy he offered now.

Les jeunes rêvent, souffrent et espèrent. Les meilleurs artistes sont le plus souvent des êtres jeunes qui sont plutôt malheureux en amour qu'heureux. L'amour est la racine de tout... on ne peut pas y échapper.

What first kiss holds passion? It is a question seeking an answer.

There had to come a moment when we were both undermined by the fact that he is a man, and when it came I surrendered to him body and soul. I wanted to. And it was heaven.

What good are prayers and shrines to a person mad with love? The flame keeps gnawing into her tender marrow hour by hour, and deep in her heart the silent wound lives on.