Quotes About Desire

Não ter nascido bicho parece ser uma de minhas secretas nostalgias.

Should I say that she was crazy about soldiers? Well she was. Whenever she saw one, she thought with a shiver of pleasure: is he going to kill me?

That night I'd already had quite a bit to drink. I wandered from bar to bar, until, excessively happy, I was afraid I'd outdo myself: I'd grown too comfortable in my own skin. I was looking for a way to pour some of myself out, before I completely overflowed

Then, born again from her womb, it rose again, beseeching in a swelling wave, that urge to kill.

Quis o mar e sentiu os lençóis da cama.

Queria tanto morrer de saúde. Como quem explode. Éclate é melhor: j'éclate.

Hers is an art that makes us want to know the woman; she is a woman who makes us want to know her art.

I want, inside this night, life raw and bloody and full of saliva. I want this word: splendidness, splendidness is the fruit in its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want distances. My wild intuition about myself. But my main thing is always hidden. I am implicit. And when I make myself explicit I lose the humid intimacy.

O senhor não compreende, disse ela de novo irritada, que eu não posso pedir? porque preciso de tanto que ninguém pode me dar?

How could it be in that cavity-ridden body so much lasciviousness could fit, without her even knowing she had it.

Life, my love, is a great seduction in which all that exists seduces. That room that was deserted and for that reason primally alive. I had reached the nothing, and the nothing was living and moist.

I shall do everything possible to see that she doesn't die. But I feel such an urge to put her to sleep then go off to sleep myself.

Bastou vê-lo para torná-lo imediatamente sua goiabada-com-queijo.

However what Joana has inside her is something stronger than the love that people give and what she has inside her demands more than the love that people receive.

Quiero poseer los átomos del tiempo. Y quiero capturar el presente que, por su propia naturaleza, me esta prohibido, el presente se me escapa, la actualidad huye, la actualidad soy yo siempre en presente.

As if ripping from the depths of the earth the knotted roots of a rare tree, that's how I write to you, and those roots as if they were powerful tentacles like voluminous naked bodies of strong women entwined by serpents and by carnal desires for fulfillment, and all this is the prayer of a black mass, and a creeping plea for amen: because the bad is unprotected and needs the approval of God: that is creation.

Era una mujer débil frente a las cosas. Todo le parecía a veces demasiado preciso, imposible de ser tocado. Y, a veces, lo que usaban como aire de respirar era peso de muerte para ella. Vea si comprende a mi heroína, tía, escuche. Es voluble y audaz. No ama, no es amada. [...] Sin embargo, lo que hay dentro de Juana es algo más fuerte que el amor que se da y lo que hay dentro de ella exige más que el amor que se recibe.

I want to see birds flying or perched in trees—but far from my hands.

She wanted the best oils and perfumes, wanted the best kind of life, wanted the most tender hopes, wanted the best delicate meats and also the heaviest ones to eat, wanted her flesh to break into spirt and her spirit to break into flesh, wanted those fine mixtures— everything that would secretly ready her for those first moments that would come.

Não, não, ainda melhor assim: cada um com um corpo, empurrando-o para frente, querendo sofregamente vivê-lo. Procurando cheio de cobiça subir o outro, pedindo cheio de covardia astuciosa e comovente para existir melhor, melhor.

Eu ainda não sei controlar meu ódio mas já sei que meu ódio é um amor irrealizado.

Life, my love, is a great seduction in which all that exists seduces.

Civilizar minha vida é expulsar-me de mim. O que me mata é o cotidiano. Eu queria só exceções. Estou perdida: eu não tenho hábitos.

Es que todo lo que tengo no se puede dar. Ni tomar. Yo misma puedo morir de sed ante mí. La soledad está mezclada en mi esencia... [...] -Cuando me acerqué- dijo, él sardónico- pensé que ibas a enseñarme algo más que eso. Necesitaba aquello que había adivinado en ti y que tú siempre me negaste.