Quotes About Desire

The seeds of life - fiery is their force, divine their birth, but they are weighed down by the bodies' ills or dulled by limbs and flesh that's born for death. That is the source of all men's fears and longings, joys and sorrows, nor can they see the heaven's light, shut up in the body's tomb, a prison dark and deep.

And as he spoke he wept. Three times he tried to reach arms round that neck. Three times the form, reached for in vain, escaped Like a breeze between his hands, a dream on wings.

Unconscionable Love, To what extremes will you not drive our hearts!

O tyrant love, to what do you not drive the hearts of men.

There may be no great honour in killing a woman; such a victory can bring no fame. But I shall have some credit for having stamped dead a mortal sin, and punished a wrong which cries out for justice; and it will be joy to have gutted my desire for the vengeance of the fire and satisfied the ashes of all that were ever dear to me.

The grim lioness follows the wolf, the wolf himself the goat, the wanton goat the flowering clover, and Corydon follows you, Alexis. Each is led by his liking.

His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling— no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.

Turnus was distraught with love and fixed his eyes on Lavinia.

do the gods light this fire in our hearts 220 or does each man's mad desire become his god?

What good are prayers and shrines to a person mad with love?

Haec ubi dicta dedit, lacrimantem et multa uolentem dicere deseruit, tenuesque recessit in auras. Ter conatus ibi collo dare bracchia circum; ter frustra comprensa manus effugit imago, par leuibus uentis uolucrique simillima somno.

To what crime do you not drive the hearts of men, accursed hunger for gold?

Love cares for no one. The bees never seem to have enough of clover, The goats never seem to have enough of leaves, The meadows never enough of freshening water; Love never seems to have enough of tears.

if so great be thy yearning to know of our sorrows

a heart that is maddened with love

Darling, we're all whores under the skin, whether we give ourselves by calculation or by desire. It's just that some of us demand a higher price than others.

love pales into insignificance when pitted against ambition.

I want to dip my finger in your pot of honey.

Sacchetti ends his story with a popular saying: "What woman wants the Lord wants, and what the Lord wants comes to pass."24

I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.

I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.

To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!

I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.

I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.