Quotes About Desire

One of the really American things about Hal, probably, is the way he despises what it is he's really lonely for

Everyone should get at least one good look at the eyes of a man who finds himself rising toward what he wants to pull down to himself.

That having sex with someone you do not care for feels lonelier than not having sex in the first place, afterward.

Do exactly as you please–if you still trust what seems to please you.

How to keep the seductive ghost of bliss long absconded from baiting you and hooking you and pulling you back out and eating your heart raw and (if you're lucky) eliminating your map for good.

Y qué pasa cuando a veces no hay opción sobre lo que amar? ¿Y si el templo va a Mahoma? ¿Y si simplemente amas? ¿Sin decidirlo? Lo haces simplemente: la ves y en ese instante te olvidas de la contabilidad y lo único que puedes elegir es amarla...

Having sex with someone you do not care for feels lonelier than not having sex in the first place, afterward.

When I was drunk I wanted to get sober and when I was sober I wanted to get drunk,' John L. says; 'I lived that way for years, and I submit to you that's not livin that's a fuckin death-in-life.

That you can all of a sudden out of nowhere want to get high with your Substance so bad that you think you will surely die if you don't, and but you can just sit there with your hands writhing in your lap and your face wet with craving, can want to get high but instead just sit there, wanting to but not, if that makes sense, and if you can gut it out and not hit the Substance during the craving the craving will eventually pass, it will go away—at least for a while.

the American nation today is infantile so much as adolescent—that is ambivalent in its twin desire for both authoritarian structure and the end of parental hegemony

Una vez que me han visto, no pueden pensar en otra cosa ni quieren ver a nadie más y dejan de atender a sus responsabilidades cotidianas y creen que si me pueden tener a su lado todo el tiempo todo estará bien. Todo. Soy la solución a su profunda y esclavizadora necesidad de bailar mejilla con mejilla con la perfección.

great big huge titties

And here's a cliché' that's earned its status as a cliché': whether you're free or locked up depends, all and only, on what you want. What you have matters about as much as the color of your sky. Or your bars.

masturbating but did not. He didn't reject the idea so much

I had to face: I had chosen. My choice, this was love. I had chosen I think the way out of the chains of the cage. I needed this woman. Without her to choose over myself, there was only pain and not choosing, rolling drunkenly and making fantasies of death.

What fire dies when you feed it? It

We are all dying to give our lives away to something, maybe. God or Satan, politics or grammar, topology or philately - the object seemed incidental to this will to give oneself away, utterly. To games or needles, to some other person. Something pathetic about it. A flight-from in the form of a plunging-into. Flight from exactly what? These rooms blandly filled with excrement and meat? To what purpose?

It says: 'Scenery is here. Wish you were beautiful.

A question, doctor, he said. Why doesn't the coyote take the money he spends on bird costumes and catapults and radioactive road runner food pellets and explosive missiles and simply go eat Chinese? He smiled coolly. Why doesn't the coyote simply go eat Chinese food?

Two dry mouths bumping at each other, trying to kiss, his self-conscious thoughts twisting around on themselves like a snake on a stick while he bucked and snorted dryly above her, his swollen eyes red and his face sagging so that its slack folds maybe touched, limply, the folds of her own loose sagging face as it sloshed back and forth on his pillow, its mouth working dryly. The thought was repellent.

That her will and wishes had opposed my own just a little more. This by the way is known as Werther's Axiom, whereby quote the intensity of a desire D is inversely proportional to the ease of D's gratification. Known also as Romance.

Fictionally speaking, desire is the sugar in human food.

In his numb helpless black isolation he he needs the emotional center of his life, the object of his complete adoration, his fiancée, more than ever; and yet he knows that it is precisely his state of helpless, in-efficacious isolation- a state he is in through exactly zero fault of his own- that is of necessity driving the lovely woman he adores farther and farther away.

That having sex with someone you do not care for feels lonelier than not having sex in the first place, afterward. That it is permissible to want.