Quotes About Desire

Pardon me, deserts, that I don't rush to you bearing a spoonful of water.

Masum olmama arzular?nda masumdular. Kollar?nda bir kad?n varken masumdular. Kavga ve dövüÅŸte masumdular. Ezberden ÅŸiirler okurken masumdular. Masumca davran?rlarken masumdular. Hatta kan dökerlerken, iÅŸkence yaparlarken, tecavüz ederlerken ya da söverlerken bile, bir mübarek masumiyetin tehdidindeydiler – ve bunlar?n hepsi, masumluÄŸun içine düÅŸmemek içindi.

MedytowaÅ'em tedy (wci?? na oceanie, miotany statkiem, który miotaÅ' siÄ™ na fali) ?e miÅ'o?? jest wysiÅ'kiem woli, ogniem, który rozpalamy w sobie, bo tak chcemy, bo chce siÄ™ by? zakochanym, bo nie mo?na znie?? i?by siÄ™ nie byÅ'o zakochanym.

Tuose puslapiuose tvinksi toks gyvas laikme?io pul­sas, kad mÅ«s? Å¡irdyse kyla tikrumo alkis, gyvenimo ir tegu netobulo jo realizavimo geismas. Ta?iau gyvenimas lieka ta­rytum už stiklo – nutolÄ™s – viskas lyg jau ne mÅ«s?, lyg žvelg­tum pro traukinio langÄ….

where was she sleeping? Sleeping? As soon as I asked myself that, I became someone walking toward her in the night, down the hallway, barefoot, in just my shirt and pants, the tiny, just-a-tad twirl-up of her lip, slippery and reptilian, together with my cold and disagreeable rejection and estrangement from those I had left behind in Warsaw, drove me coldly toward her swinish lust which, somewhere here, in this sleeping house . . .Where was she sleeping?

Mnie wiÄ™c nie wolno byÅ'o siÄ™ przyglÄ…da? i staraÅ'em siÄ™ nie widzie?, ale, majÄ…c przed sobÄ… Fryderyka, który siedziaÅ' obok niej na Å'aweczce, znów natrÄ™tnie zapytywaÅ'em siebie: czy widziaÅ'? Czy wiedziaÅ'? I czyhaÅ'em na jedno chocia?by spojrzenie jego, z tych niby obojÄ™tnych a przeÅ›lizgujÄ…cych siÄ™ chyÅ'kiem, Å'akomych.

The thing is I have an inexpressible desire to write an opera again; it would make me so happy because it gives me something to compose which is my real joy and passion (...).

in deinen süßen heißen mädchenheimlichen Mondrausch.

I hate reality but it's still the best place to get a good steak.

I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick. Not wounded. Dead.

Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: Frequently there must be a beverage.

I don't know what I want, but I know what I don't want

In my next life I want to live backwards. Start out dead and finish off as an orgasm.

You'll find as you go through life that great depth and smoldering sensuality don't always win.

The most expensive sex is free sex

So then, what do you believe in? Sex and death. Two things that come once in my lifetime. But at least after death you're not nauseous.

Abysmal vermin that I am, I couldn't of course tell her that it was her incredible mother that I wanted to see again… I knew only as I drove through the cold, night autumn air that somewhere Freud, Sophocles and Eugene O'Neill were laughing.

I just met a wonderful new man, he is fictional but you can't have everything

La puta de Mensa Mire, Kaiser, soy fundamentalmente un intelectual. Uno se puede buscar todas las furcias que quiera, claro. Pero mujeres inteligentes de verdad...no resultan fáciles de encontrar a corto plazo.

Justo castigo Espero que me llames alguna vez. -¿Llamarte? Me iría a casa contigo ahora mismo. -Vaya, estupendo -comentó con coquetería-.No creí que yo te hubiese impresionado tanto.

The only love that lasts is unrequited love.

Over the years loved ones have said I'm a chronically dissatisfied person, and it's true I'd always rather be where I'm not at the time.

Lately I've been tempted to leave my profession and do something else and that desire scares me. And what would you do? Anything. I don't know, write, read, maybe just study, take lessons, find out what I really want, who I really am. Maybe I'm a dilettante, is it that bad?

He and his wife moved to England. He had always wanted to live in the Cotswolds and be a country squire.