Quotes About Desire

He loved a shadow I'd created in his mind.

This is what drives a young writer out of his head, this feeling that nothing is being said.

Babies who have not yet been taught to speak any language are the only race of the earth, the race of man: all the rest is pretence, what we call civilization, hatred, fear, desire for strength.

If the truth were known, he was half starved, and yet there was still no end of books he ought to read before he died.

Expectation is the root of all heartache.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.

it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance

Love sought is good, but giv'n unsought is better.

What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?

William Shakespeare

For it falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us While it was ours.

Out of her favour, where I am in love.

The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately.

Give me my sin again.

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?

Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name.

What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.

I do desire we may be better strangers.