Quotes About Desire

This life is a hospital, where each patient is possessed by a desire to change beds.

What do I care that you are good?Be beautiful! and be sad!

Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish, the immortal appetite for beauty has always found satisfaction.

The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could be found, and those who are impossible to find.

There are women who inspire you with the desire to conquer them and to take your pleasure of them; but this one fills you only with the desire to die slowly beneath her gaze.

The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance; We find delight in the most loathsome things; Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings, And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.

I have felt the wind on the wing of madness.

You fall in love with someone not because he's nice to you or can read your mind but because, when he kisses you, your knees weaken, or because you can't stop looking at his skin or at the way his legs, inside his jeans, shape the fabric.

Men have strength, Miss Ferenczi said, but no true magic. That is why men fall in love with women but women do not fall in love with men: they just love being loved.

His was the kind of beauty for which you would pay the price of a lifetime of sorrow and all the varieties of rage. Eventually, you would have to go to church to get rid of him.

Creating a scene is thus the staging of a desire.

The crazy ones are mostly crazy because love made them that way.

Needing something is not the same thing as being interested in the thing itself.

After all, addiction is just the last stage of consumerism.

Passion occupies a space that is not vacated until another passion occupies it.

and behind them the quivering mucosity of her tongue.

Gurov, discovers that the most important features of life that you want to talk about cannot be spoken of in polite society.

randomly around her plate. I said later: at least no ham, no pork, no shrimp mousse, no trayf. But Harry, she said, veal to me is like a frozen scream.

He stopped and leaned against a pole and looked up at the deaf and swollen sky. It was a movement of dark shapes, a hurrying, a running. He closed his eyes. ("Hunger")

Death was a sweet relief for my present miseries, and I vehemently longed for its arrival.

A woman has to have something on or there's nothing to take off.

Sex can sometimes become the most horrible of tasks.

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.

I wanted the whole world or nothing.