Quotes About Desire

I'm fifty; all I know is that people nineteen years old will do anything, and that the only thing which makes the adult world at all safe from them is the fact that they are so preconceived of success that the simple desire and will are the finished accomplishment, that they pay no attention to mere dull mechanical details.

When folks wants a fellow, it's best to wait till they sends for him, I've found.

curiosity is another of the mistresses whose slaves decline no sacrifice.

Ze sÅ'uchawkÄ… w rÄ™ce patrzyÅ' na drzwi, przez które wpadaÅ' ten bÅ'Ä™dny i dra?niÄ…cy powiew. ZaczÄ…Å' cytowa? coÅ› z jakiejÅ› dawno czytanej ksi??ki: "Spokoju coraz mniej! Spokoju coraz mniej!

From time to time he would feel that acute surge go over him, like his blood was too hot all of a sudden, dying away into that warm unhappy feeling that fiddle music gave him.

When grown people speak of the innocence of children, they dont really know what they mean. Pressed, they will go a step further and say, Well, ignorance then. The child is neither. There is no crime which a boy of eleven had not envisaged long ago. His only innocence is, he may not yet be old enough to desire the fruits of it, which is not innocence but appetite; his ignorance is, he does not know how to commit it, which is not ignorance but size.

I was a little crazy. You know how it is, how you want to rush into something you know is going to happen, no matter what it is. I guess lovers and suicides both know that feeling.

I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it's rather excruciating-ly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience.

When he touched me I died.

You will tell me that you have just learned love; I will tell you that you have just learned hope. That's all; hope. The object does not matter, not to the hope, not even to you.

It ain't the man a woman cares for that reaps the harvest of passion, you know: it's the next man that comes along after she's lost the other one.

People will pay any price for motion. They will even work for it. Look at bicycles. Look at Boon. We dont know why.

Kiss me, Bayard. No. You are Father's wife. And eight years older than you are. And your fourth cousin too. And I have black hair. Kiss me, Bayard.

He could do so much for me if he just would. He could do everything for me.

Anlay???n ötesindeki sevgi dedikleri bu iÅŸte: bu gurur, yan?m?zda getirdiÄŸimiz, ameliyat odalar?na ta??d???m?z, inatla, k?zg?nl?kla yeniden topraÄŸa götürdüÄŸümüz bu iÄŸrenç ç?plakl???m?z? saklama isteÄŸimiz.

ve çoktand?r öÄŸrenmiÅŸ ki insan özgür olamaz ve olsa da buna dayanamaz

El hombre es la suma de sus experiencias climáticas, decía padre. El hombre es la suma de lo que tiene. Un problema acerca de propiedades impuras que se arrastran tediosamente hacia una invariable nada: un jaque mate de polvo y deseo.

sonra yirmi beÅŸ dolarla ne yapabileceklerini konuÅŸmaya baÅŸlad?lar. Hep birden konuÅŸuyorlard?, sesleri direnmeli, çeliÅŸmeli ve sab?rs?z gerçeksizliÄŸi bir olurluluk yap?yor, sonra bir olanak ÅŸekline sokuyor sonra yads?nmaz bir gerçek yap?yor, her zaman böyle olur zaten insanlar?n istekleri sözcükler haline gelince.

His WIFE, understanding everything, wants him to stay. MARVIN wants to go. Or MARVIN wants to stay. She wants him to go. Anyway, he's going.)

Everything out there was disturbingly interlaced with everything else. Waves were the playing field. They were the goal. They were the object of your deepest desire and adoration. At the same time, they were your adversary, your nemesis, even your mortal enemy. The surf was your refuge, your happy hiding place, but it was also a hostile wilderness—a dynamic, indifferent world.

For me, and not only for me, surfing harbors this paradox: a desire to be alone with waves fused to an equal desire to be watched, to perform.

She and I had survived long separations, and we had never been especially monogamous—she liked to quote Janis Joplin: Honey, get it while you can.

What you seek in vain for, half your life, one day you come full upon, all the family at dinner. You seek it like a dream, and as soon as you find it, you become its prey

Money? in a voice that rustled.