Quotes About Desire

A notable exception is the position taken by Roy Baumeister and Mark Leary in their Psychological Bulletin article, The Need to Belong: Desire for Interpersonal Attachments as a Fundamental

When he got a story urge, there was nothing to do but grab a pen and write. Otherwise it was too much like getting a hard-on and not jerking off.

Though she's long ago come to her own conclusions – that when you get down to it, it's always fucking that matters, not talking.

We should all be merely animals. As humans, there are miseries nothing can put us out of.

Perron did not clearly hear what Ahmed said, but it sounded like, 'It seems to be me they want.

Bulmasayd?n, aramazd?n beni.

If I read enough about one country I sometimes found that the intensity of the reading removed by desire to travel there.

Instead of accepting that, I am writing this. I realize that what motivates most other writers in the world is the desire to have control over their obituary.

I think shows how nebulous some migrants regard this desire for transformation.

Primeval forest,' he said. 'Original forest.' 'Wouldn't you like to build a house here and live alone with your wife?' 'Yes,' he said. 'Have a family and write something-poems and stories.' 'Maybe have four children.' 'It is not permitted,' he said. Then he smiled. 'But this is so far they wouldn't know. It wouldn't matter. Yes, I would like that.

sucking on the secret like candy.

in the end there is no desire so deep as the simple desire for companionship

Tempted by the names

We eat when we're not hungry, drink when we're not thirsty, buy what we don't need, and throw away everything that's useful. Don't sell a man what he wants—sell him what he doesn't want. Pretend he's got eight feet and two stomachs and money to burn. That's not illogical—it's evil.

The fear of exposing one's private life gives way to the desire to over-expose it to every one.

Dennis had just kissed her once, and she was screaming for a hamburger.

He was practically pushing the hot dogs down his throat.

Thinking so, a great wave of feeling swept through Clare. A feeling which was neither of the body nor the mind, but something between the two. An inconvenient feeling. Not only had she fallen in love with Ralph Schuyler, but she also loved him and everything about him with a passion..

What if she actually enjoyed her debasement?

All the mouths that had probed her mouth, all the hands that had seized her breasts and her belly, all the members that had been thrust into her and so perfectly provided the living proof that she was indeed prostituted, had at the same time provided the proof that she was worthy of being prostituted and had, so to speak, sanctified her.

Thus he would possess her as a god possesses his creatures, whom he lays hold of in the guise of a monster or a bird, of an invisible spirit or a state of ecstasy.

It's because it's easy for you to consent that I want from you what it will be impossible for you to consent to, even if you agree ahead of time, even if you say yes now and imagine yourself capable of submitting. You won't be able not to revolt. Your submission will be obtained in spite of you, not only for the inimitable pleasure that I and others will derive from it, but also so that you will be made aware of what has been done to you." O

Oh, how could she forget him! He was the hand that blindfolded her, the whip wielded by the valet Pierre, he was the chain above her head, the unknown man who came down on her, and all the voices which gave her orders were his voice.

She had nothing more to give than what he already possessed. At least so she thought. He