Quotes About Desire

MRS. ANTROBUS: What, George? What have you lost? ANTROBUS: The most important thing of all: The desire to begin again, to start building.

that many people would never have fallen in love if they had not heard about it.

Und daraus schöpfe ich die Bestätigung meiner Überzeugung, daß, was den Geist im Innersten bewegt, das Verlangen nach uneingeschränkter Freiheit ist, und daß dieser Drang ausnahmslos von seinem Gegenteil begleitet ist, von der Furcht vor den Folgen der Freiheit.

many people would never have fallen in love if they had not heard about it.

The knowledge that she would never be loved in return acted upon her ideas as a tide acts upon cliffs.

With the exception of the instinct of self-preservation, the propensity for emulation is probably the strongest and most alert and persistent of the economic motives proper.

El hambre de golosinas siempre expresa un hambre de cariño no saciada.

lo que más ocupa al ser humano es aquello que rechaza

To destroy an undesirable rate of mental vibration, put into operation the Principle of Polarity and concentrate upon the opposite pole to that which you desire to suppress. Kill out the undesirable by changing its polarity.

I will miss you, he said, and his words was both honey and poison, sun and moon in the same sky.

He listen something in my voice because he look up immediately. His eyes as blue as July sky. His long yellow hair fall like sunshine on his forehead and my finger burn from not touching it.

The hunger for the world is bigger than the world itself and no dinner of mutton cutlets and okra is going to feed it.

It was false, what everyone always said about tragedy. Tragedy wasn't not having someone to love. Tragedy was loving someone and not being able to express it.

El apego es una actitud que sobrestima las cualidades de un objeto o una persona y después se aferra a ella. En otras palabras, proyectamos sobre las personas y los objetos cualidades que no poseen, o exageramos las que poseen. El apego es una visión poco realista y por ello nos causa confusión.

Through thorough examination you can realize that dedicating your entire life to seeking happiness through chocolate and icecream completely nullifies the significance of your having been born human. Birds and dogs have similar aims. Shouldn't your goals in life be higher than those of dogs and chickens?

When Lord Buddha spoke about suffering, he wasn't referring simply to superficial problems like illness and injury, but to the fact that the dissatisfied nature of the mind itself is suffering. No matter how much of something you get, it never satisfies your desire for better or more. This unceasing desire is suffering; its nature is emotional frustration.

I don't want these clinical, awkward setups. I don't feel like doing this twenty more times. I can't imagine meeting my soulmate through an interview process. I want to know without words. I want fall so violently that I risk breaking into a million pieces. I want to love so desperately it's indecent. I want it to be wild and fated and forever. A no choice connection.

she still loved him, and she could feel herself dying from it, like a disease.

I want to know without words. I want to fall so violently that I risk breaking into a million pieces. I want to love so desperately it's indecent. I want it to be wild and fated and forever. A no-choice connection.

People search in vain forever to find what we've got. I don't know shit about anything, Jenna, and I might be inexperienced, but I know you'll never love anyone like you love me.' 'I won't she,' she whispered. 'And yet you can leave me so easily for a baby you don't have and a husband you've never met. I'm here, I'm real, and I just lost to a goddamn fantasy. I must've never really had you at all.

I wanna be everything," he said, his mouth against her ear. "Wanna be the reason you light up. I wanna make you laugh, make you moan, make you safe.

I wanna be where all your paths end." He nipped her earlobe. "I wanna do everything you do to me." He pulsed his finger then, and she came with a shuddery cry. "You're hired," she breathed.

All she wanted was to escape this repetitive, redundant hell.

But she'd never wanted kids. Books were her kids.