Quotes About Desire

the nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

An inner knowing, along with a burning desire, is the prerequisite for becoming a person capable of manifesting his or her heart's desires. In The Power of Awareness, Neville emphatically explains that "To be transformed, the whole basis of your thoughts must change. But your thoughts cannot change unless you have new ideas, for you think from your ideas.

Maslow notes that the self-actualized person has a strong desire for privacy; vehemently resists enculturation, but always has a feshness of appreciation; and has a genuine desire to help the human race.

Sometimes the things we really want are right in front of us. We just don't see them.

Not that I'd ever want to own a 1960 sienna-rose Cadillac, but Hudson loves it, and I've got to admit—it glistens.

I'd had the idea, once, that if I could get the chance before I died I would read all the good books there were. Now I began to see that I wasn't apt to make it. This disappointed me, for I really wanted to read them all.

Like the water of a deep stream, love is always too much. We did not make it. Though we drink till we burst, we cannot have it all, or want it all. In its abundance it survives our thirst. In the evening we come down to the shore to drink our fill, and sleep, while it flows through the regions of the dark. It does not hold us, except we keep returning to its rich waters thirsty. We enter, willing to die, into the commonwealth of its joy.

To mind being disliked by a woman you don't desire and are not married to is yet another serious failure of common sense.

The people didn't really want to be saints of self-deprivation and hatred of the world. They knew that the world would sooner or later deprive them of all it had given them, but still they liked it.

I should ask, in the first place, whether or not I wish to purchase a solution to a problem that I do not have.

To know that I was known by a new living being, who had not existed until she was made in my body by my desire and brought forth into the world by my pain and strength—that changed me. My heart, which seemed to have had only loss and grief in it before, now had joy in it also.

The modern mind longs for the future as the medieval mind longed for Heaven. The great aim of modern life has been to improve the future—or even just to reach the future, assuming that the future will inevitably be "better.

To acquire love... fill yourself up with it until you become a magnet.

Principom, ktory dodava myslienke dynamicku silu korespondovat s jej predmetom, a tak zvladnut akukolvek nepriaznivu ludsku skusenost, je zakon pritazlivosti, ktory je inym oznacenim pre lasku. Je to vecny a fundamentalny princip, ktory je podstatou vsetkych veci, kazdeho filozofickeho systemu, nabozenstva i vedy. Zakonu lasku sa neda uniknut. To cit prepoziciava mysleniu vitalitu. Cit je tuzba a tuzba je laska. Myslienka presiaknuta laskou sa stava neporazitelnou.

I need the starshine of your heavenly eyes, After the day's great sun.

The good life, the life that brings real happiness, consists in conforming ourselves to our nature and realizing its inherent potential. It's not enough to get what we desire; we must learn to desire well. We do that by cultivating excellence in moral virtue and judgment, in our intellects, and in our unique skills.

Some students, he realized, were in the workshop primarily to avoid being drafted, and not because of an overwhelming desire to write. Quietly, he let it be known that he didn't care whether the young men in his classes submitted anything; he wouldn't flunk them, which could result in losing their student deferment and making them eligible for the draft.133

When the drink was set before him, he felt better. He did not drink it immediately. Now that he had it, he did not need to.

The answer was nowhere, the drink was everything. What a blessing the money in his pocket, he must get more, much more for the feast of drink ahead.

If he wanted to drink himself to death it was nobody's affair but his own; his life was his life to throw away, if that's what he wanted; but—was that what he wanted? If so, why did he suffer remorse? Obviously there was the will in him to destroy himself; part of him was bent on self-destruction—he'd be the last to deny it. But obviously, too, part was not; part held back and expressed its disapproval in remorse and shame.

How often he had been dumbfounded—at first incredulous, then contemptuous—to hear someone say, after a night of drinking, "God, take it away, I don't want to smell it, I don't want to see it even, take it out of my sight!"—this at the very moment when he wanted and needed it most.

Why the hell hadn't he bought two pints, as he usually did, so that if one was taken away he would have the other? He always planted one in his side pocket, the bulk of it showing conspicuously, and protested with passion and outrage when it was discovered and taken—then retired in a huff to his room, there to produce the other pint from his hip and hide it. Where had he not hidden bottles in his time?

Was this what he had been seeking? He had reached the point where always there was only one thing: drink, and more drink, till amnesty came; and tomorrow, drink again.

We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements in life, when all we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic about.