Quotes About Desire

He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes, he is.

The freedom of birds is an insult to me. I'd have them all in zoos. That would be a hell of a zoo. The judge smiled. Yes, he said. Even so.

Beauty makes promises that beauty cant keep.

My daddy once told me that some of the most miserable people he ever knew were the ones that finally got what they'd always wanted.

Maybe. Anyway, some men get what they want. No man. Or perhaps only briefly so as to lose it. Or perhaps only to prove to the dreamer that the world of his longing made real is no longer that world at all.

The martyr who longs for the flames can be no right candidate for them.

That he could not enkindle in the heart of the child what was ashes in his own.

Most people'll run from their own mother to get to hug death by the neck. They cant wait to see him.

Your old man called me. He wanted you to call home. People in hell want ice water.

There were few nights lying in the dark that he did not envy the dead.

And I have to say that the only thing I can think is that there was some sort of promise in his heart. And I dont have no intentions of carvin a stone water trough. But I would like to be able to make that kind of promise.

Those who choose a love that can never be fulfilled will be hounded by a rage that can never be extinguished.

Our waking life's desire to shape the world to our convenience invites all manner of paradox and difficulty. All in our custody seethes with an inner restlessness. But in dreams we stand in this great democracy of the possible and there we are right pilgrims indeed. There we go forth to meet what we shall meet.

You can think of me as a faithless slut if you like. I've taken a new lover. He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes he is.

Life is being in bed with you. Everything else is just waiting.

Black boots, said Rawlins. Aint that the shits? I always wanted to be a badman.

If I think about what I wanted as a kid and what I want now they aint the same thing. I guess what I wanted wasnt what I wanted. . . .Hell, I dont know what I want. Never did. . . . When you're a kid you have these notions about how things are goin to be. You get a little older and you pull back some on that. I tink you wind up just tryin to minimize the pain.

Do you wish you would die? No. But I might wish I had died. When you're alive you've always got that ahead of you. Or you might wish you'd never been born. Well. Beggars cant be choosers.

There's a kind of man that when he cant have what he wants he wont take the next best thing but the worst he can find.

Almighty God, if it aint too far out of the way of things in your eternal plan do you reckon we could have a little rain down here.

From thinking about your sweet face between my legs.

Of such dreams and of the rituals of them there can also be no end. The thing that is sought is altogether other. However it may be construed within men's dreams or by their acts it will never make a fit. These dreams and these acts are driven by a terrible hunger. They seek to meet a need which they can never satisfy, and for that we must be grateful.

And of course it's true that any number of these books were penned in lieu of burning down the world—which was their author's true desire. But the real question is are we few the last of a lineage? Will children yet to come harbor a longing for a thing they cannot even name?

Qué harías si yo muriera? / Si tú murieras yo también querría morirme / ¿Para poder estar conmigo? / Sí. Para poder estar contigo / Vale