Quotes About Desire

There is only one thing I want. I would like to be seriously ill, and to hear nothing more about him for at least a week. Why doesn't something happen to me? Why do I have to go through all this? If only I had never set eyes on him!

I never wanted to be a magician. I never wanted to be a comedian. I never wanted to be onstage.

I have really musical parents, and my dad was always encouraging, but the desire to get onstage and perform really did come from me. I'd never push my future children.

Illness transforms the things you most fear into the things you crave and would hold onto if you could.

If they could cut off my head and put it onto another body that was, like, 20 years old, I would do that.

Men project their fantasies onto me; they live them through who they think I am.

My worst habit is opening the fridge and thinking: 'I'd like to eat something.'

Teaching is just something that has come naturally to me. I didn't set out to be a teacher. I wanted to be a Beatle! But there were only four of them, so the job openings were really limited.

I loved to sing and I loved to act, and I didn't want to continue opera because I wanted to act.

I had a year at 3 when I wanted to be a conductor in the opera.

I'd always had this hankering to try some opera.

I never wanted to be an opera singer. I wanted to be an actress, maybe a rock singer.

We want to feel hyper-alive, and it's like, the more cartoonish and grotesque the level we can operate at, the better. It's like the world we live in has become quite safe in a lot of ways, and it has become harder to genuinely transgress. But the desire to transgress is a real feeling.

The most desirable man in my opinion is Sidharth Shukla and among women, I think of myself as being desirable.

Lo! with a little rod I did but touch the honey of romance — And must I lose a soul's inheritance?

You know I have loved him always. But we are very poor. Who, being loved, is poor? Oh, no one. I hate my riches. They are a burden...

Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die. He

And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine Burned like the ruby fire set In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.

I am athirst for thy beauty; I am hungry for thy body; and neither wine nor apples can appease my desire. What shall I do now, Iokanaan? Neither the floods nor the great waters can quench my passion. I was a princess, and thou didst scorn me. I was a virgin, and thou didst take my virginity from me. I was chaste, and thou didst fill my veins with fire . . .

As for being poisoned by a book, there is no such thing as that. Art has no influence upon action. It annihilates the desire to act. It is superbly sterile. The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.

Moderation is a fatal thing. Enough is as bad as a meal. More than enough is as good as a feast.

He is fairer than the morning star, and whiter than the moon. For his body I would give my soul, and for his love I would surrender heaven.

Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us.

LORD ILLINGWORTH. As George Harford I had everything I wanted. Now I have merely everything that other people want, which isn't nearly so pleasant.