Quotes About Desire

The tragedy is, when you've got sex in your head, instead of down where it belongs, and when you have to go on copulating with your ears and your nose.

Men wake up aroused in the morning. We can't help it. We just wake up and we want you. And the women are thinking, "How can he want me the way I look in the morning?" It's because we can't see you. We have no blood anywhere near our optic nerve.

After satisfaction, desire reposes in a cool and lucid sleep.

There may be some things better than sex, and some things may be worse. But there is nothing exactly like it.

During sex I fantasize that I'm someone else.

Love is a matter of chemistry, sex is a matter of physics.

I've been shopping all my life and still have nothing to wear.

In the country sometimes I go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them.

The cigarette is a mortal passion.

Sex is. There is nothing more to be done about it. Sex builds no roads, writes no novels and sex certainly gives no meaning to anything in life but itself.

Litigation takes the place of sex at middle age.

For certain people after 50, litigation takes the place of sex.

For certain people after fifty, litigation takes the place of sex.

I wandered alone around the squares, which at a certain point all started to look the same. I looked like a person who wanted to abandon his own abandonment around some corner. Like someone looking for a distant and unknown place to release the cats of his sorrow, so that they would never find the way home. Do you know how hard it is to get rid of cats?

Marriage is an institution for the paralysis of the sexual instinct.

We sow the seed of deadly nightshade and wish it to bear lilies and roses!

Of course!" he said foolishly. "Then I wish I had come sooner. I wish I had never gone—from you!" "Oh, Father, do you really? How many times I have wished that!" The blue eyes were full of wistful eagerness now. It had meant a great deal to her! Why had it? Was that her mother looking at him through her eyes? Was he going stark-staring crazy? It was Alice's look. Alice was looking through those eyes of her daughter as one might look through a window!

Those flowers! How wonderful it would have been if they had been hers! If she had been a girl with friends who could send farewell greetings in such a costly style! Why, all these gifts, the wedding that had preceded them, had been but the fulfillment of her childish fairy dreamings—all the things she had most wished for in life—and now they had come, and how empty they were! How one's heart could starve in the midst of plenty!

Indeed, dear boy, I do want to go with all my heart if I really ought. I have always wanted to see the ocean and I can't imagine any place I'd rather go. ? - Grace Livingston Hill, Aunt Crete's Emancipation.? ?

Indian summer is like a woman. Ripe, hotly passionate, but fickle, she comes and goes as she pleases so that one is never sure whether she will come at all, nor for how long she will stay.

The younger people with the ache of youth were eating all the cheese.

Num cotovelo do caminho avistou um canto de cerca, encheu-o a esperança de achar comida, sentiu desejo de cantar. A voz saiu-lhe rouca, medonha. Calou-se para não estragar força.

O pirralho não se mexeu, e fabiano desejou matá-lo.

I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can't love and do nothing.