Quotes About Desire

Can you show how you missed me?" The baby placed both hands on her stomach, saying "Miss you here.

I only have one desire, the ultimate desire is to make our country completely independent, our people completely free, all compatriots have food to eat, clothes to wear, anyone can study.

Freedom for my people, independence for my country, that's all I want, all I understand.

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

Make haste to Love.

May your service of love a beautiful thing; want nothing else, fear nothing else and let love be free to become what love truly is.

To quench that thirst, Ward would become a human

I'm not trouble at all. I'm just a guy trying to get a girl to give him the time of day. I'm like every song on the radio.

i am awake only in what i love & desire to the point of terror -- everything else is just shrouded furniture, quotidian anaesthesia, shit-for-brains, sub-reptilian ennui of totalitarian regimes, banal censorship & useless pain ...

A man is nothing more than the things he does to get what he wants.

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.

I kissed the boys and made them cry ... in ecstasy.

The pleasures of the flesh are sweet. – Mmm, flesh, said Puck.

So they fucked wild, Puk astride at first, then turned, to his hands and knees, to be tupped under Jaq's hunching thrusts, hips and shoulder and fists of hair yanked back, for the prick to ram jam bam and cram him, till he felt it fill him, and he'd swear to cock, the jism spouted into and through him and out his own spurting prick.

Standing? says Jak. Ouais, standing, intercrural, AKA the sumata of the Samurai, the Oxford Style , the Princeton First-Year , the Ivy League Rub . Good enough for ensigns of industry, Shaka Zulu, Alexander the Great. The Altercatio Ganymedis et Helene has Zeus extoll the slippery thighs of a boy, as Billy Greene swooned over Lincoln's, as perfect as a human being could be, he said.

There's no such thing as adventure. There's no such thing as romance. There's only trouble and desire.

I am a hopeless romantic. And I won't stop till I get it right.

How strange to write about "having" when for so long I've drawn inspiration only from longing?

They cry, "But I WANT to be a writer!" And my head hangs. You are asking to be shot square in the head. You know not what you seek. You ask for bleeding brains and carnage that stains your pillowcase. You ask for jelly in the place of the cartilage in your spine. You ask for kindness that is never returned. You wish to burn alive in the flame of a love unrequited. It's simple. Write.

He's got big dreams like you can't believe

I wish I had 11 hands with 55 fingers so I could paint and write and fuck and feed and grab grab grab everything. I. Want. It. All. It must be mine.

I am not allowed to want to die anymore. Believe me, I have tried.

We would not give it thee for all the gold in the world.

I should like it to be as fair as snow, as rosy as the red blood, and with hair and eyes as black as ebony.