Quotes About Desire

What made you fall in love with a prostitute?' I didn't understand it myself at the time. But I've thought about it since, and I think it was because, knowing that your body would never be mine alone, I had to concentrate on conquering your soul.' 'Weren't you jealous? 'You can't say to the spring: Come now and last as long as possible. You can only say: Come and bless me with your hope, and stay as long as you can.

What do you want? You can't want to be happy, because that's too easy and too boring. You can't want only to love, because that's impossible. What do you want? You want to justify your life, to live it as intensely as possible. That is at once a trap and a source of ecstasy. Try to be alert to that danger and experience the joy and the adventure of being that woman who is beyond the image reflected in the mirror.

Because I know the things I should be able to accomplish, and I don't want to do so.

Donde esté tu tesoro, allí estará también tu corazón», le había dicho el Alquimista.

Cuando deseas alguna cosa, todo el Universo conspira para que puedas realizarla»

Dan saat kau menginginkan sesuatu, seluruh jagat raya bersatu padu untuk membantumu meraihnya.

There's A Force that wants you to realize your personal legend; it whets your appetite with a taste of success

But can one actually see beauty with eyes blurred by the lack of almost everything a human being needs?

None who have always been free can understand the terrible fascinating power of the hope of freedom to those who are not free.

And out of his heaviness there stood out strangely but one clear thought and it was a pain to him, and it was this, that he wished he had not taken the two pearls from O-lan that day when she was washing his clothes at the pool, and he would never bear to see Lotus put them in her ears again.

I would ask my teacher a question, Yehonala said. Ask, Lady Miao replied. She was brushing fine quick strokes upon a large sheet of paper spread upon a square table which the eunuch had brought to her side. When may I paint a picture of my own? Yehonala asked. Her teacher held her hand poised for an instant and cast a sidelong look from her narrowed eyes. When I can no longer command you.

He had other fires and these flamed higher than Love.

Make love! He disliked the phrase. Could one make love?

If the belly is full," she said, "if we could know that it would always be full, men would be idle and laugh and play games like children, and then we would have peace and happiness.

And listening to all the things they would do if they had these things, Wang Lung heard only of how much they would eat and sleep, and of what dainties they would eat that they had never tasted,and how they would gamble in this great tea shop and in that, and what pretty women they would buy for their lust, and above all, how none would ever work again, even as they rich man behind the wall never worked.

It is not that we cannot believe," he replied. "It is that we do not want anything enough. Faith rises from necessity. We have no necessity.

Attachment," Buddha had said, "is the cause of grief.

Questo è il motivo per cui mi sono tagliata i capelli. Volevo venderli per comperarmi un libro. Allora avevo paura di dirtelo, ecco perché ti parlai di orecchini. Ma è un libro, che voglio.

They stood, eyes meeting eyes, yet neither took the next step toward the other. "When I know what reward is great enough," she said, "then I will give it to you." "Because you live I am rewarded," he replied.

Lo que nos hizo encontrarnos fueron dos historias que apenas se dieron la mano en medio de los acontecimientos. Y lo que aquí no pasó, no va a ocurrir en ninguna parte del mundo. Me enamoré de ti como una perra, y tú solamente te dejaste querer. ¿Qué podría ocurrir en Cuba que me ofrezca la esperanza de tu amor...?

Cómo se mira algo que nunca más se va a ver? ¿Cómo se puede olvidar aquello que nunca se ha tenido?

Y que más? ¿Qué más quieres? Que me ames un poquito. Tú sabes que te quiero más que un poquito. No es lo mismo, entre amar y querer hay un mundo de diferencia. Te quiero con tu diferencia. No es lo mismo. YO POR TI, como dice una canción, CONTARÍA LA ARENA DEL MAR (con los ojos entornados). POR TI YO SERÍA CAPAZ DE MATAR.

Y allí soltaron la risa, y ahí rieron a más no poder, como si sus corazones salpicaran juntos el arrebato pendejo de un errante frenesí. Qué le importaba a ella lo que pasara, qué le importaría llorar el después, si en ese momento podría morir de solo mirarlo, de solo sentir su mano amarrándole los hombros con el cariño cotorro de su abrazo.

Y el niño tiene que conformarse con mirar de lejos esos colores verde menta, morado mora, rosa frutilla o amarillo bocado que ofrecen las heladerías. Muy adentro, en su enano corazón, él ya sabe que pertenece a esa muchedumbre conformista que mira las vitrinas tocándose las monedas para el Metro.