Quotes About Desire

If it hadn't been for emptiness, there would have been nothing to fill. Nothing to struggle with, strive for or dream for. That pushes all our nothings into something.

When you fall hopelessly in love with the one you take into your arms, no words exist.

It's in those quiet moments. That I simply accept the desire to be rescued.

Love is a necessity. It gives us the desire to bond with someone long enough to care for our children to an age where they can fend for themselves.

We don't really want to get what we think that we want. I claim this is how things function. We don't really want what we think we desire.

The more love we have, the greater the need for more.

I want you to love... "I want you to feel... But... I want You to have the most important thing, Your Life.

Is there any greater pain to know what could be, and yet be powerless to make it be?

Will you no come back again? Better loved you'll never be, And will you no come back again?

There's no such thing as a wasted wish.

Love either starves to death and becomes a shadow, or else it dies young and remains a dream.

I've owned a thousand houses that I've never built, she said. Never had the money to build. Couldn't have used if I had had the money. Never really wanted to build maybe. But I still own the houses.--Karen Holmes in From Here To Eternity

But thats not love, he thought, thats not what she wants, nor what any of them want, they do not want you to find yourself in them, they want instead that you should lose yourself in them. And yet, he thought, they are always trying to find themselves in you.

It was not true that all men killed the things they loved. What was true was that all things killed the men who loved them. Which, after all, was as it should be.

Warden had a theory about women: For years he had been asking them to sleep with him, the ones that interested him. Will you go to bed with me? and they were always shocked, even the rummy barflies. Of course, they always did, but that was only later, after he had fulfilled the proper requirements of approach. No woman ever said, Why, yes, I'd like to go to bed with you. They couldn't do it. It wasnt in them to be that honest.

I love to touch you," Karen whispered, "to cuddle you, be fondled by you, love you. But it always leads to sex. You'll never know the times I've wanted to touch you, but not done it, because it always leads to sex.

He was also wondering, as he dressed, at the humiliations men will suffer for a woman that they will not suffer for any other thing, even for their politics.

My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.

Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again into the ocean of another s soul.

Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.

I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?

I think of you so often you have no idea.

She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart that told her he was her all in all, the only man in all the world for her for love was the master guide. Come what might she would be wild, untrammelled, free.