Quotes About Desire

Jag tror på köttets lust och på själens obotliga ensamhet.

Mina drömmar om kärleken - des tycktes mig en gång att de voro så nära, så nära att bli verklighet.

Inimene ihkab armastust, selle puudusel imetlust, selle puudusel kartust, selle puudusel põlgust ja halvakspanu. Ihkab teistes inimestes mis tahes tunnet tekitada. Hing pelgab tühjust ja püüab maksku mis maksab kontakti leida.

Men jag, jag såg henne egentligen först nu. Nu först såg jag, att det stod en kvinna i mitt rum, en kvinna med hjärtat överfullt av lust och elände, en ung kvinnoblomma med doft av kärlek omkring sig och med blygselrodnad över att doften var så mäktig och stark. Jag kände att jag bleknade.

People want to be loved; failing that admired; failing that feared; failing that hated and despised. They want to evoke some sort of sentiment. The soul shudders before oblivion and seeks connection at any price.

One wants to be loved, in lack thereof feared, in lack thereof loathed and despised. One wants to instil some sort of emotion in people. The soul trembles before emptiness and desires contact at any price.

Freedom for my people, independence for my country, this is all I want, all what I understand.

Be contented when you have got all you want.

Wir sind nichts; was wir suchen ist alles. (We are nothing; what we search for is everything.)

Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them.

Sweet Jude, you're my dearest punishment

I hate you," I breathed into his mouth. "I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.

That's what comes of hungering for something; you forget to check if it's rotten before you gobble it down

I wasn't kind, Jude. Not to many people. Not to you. I wasn't sure if I wanted you or if I wanted you gone from my sight so that I would stop feeling as I did, which made me even more unkind. But when you were gone—truly gone beneath the waves—I hated myself as I never have before.

Desire is an odd thing. As soon as it's sated, it transmutes. If we receive golden thread, we desire the golden needle.

You are the only thing I have that is neither duty nor obligation, the only thing I chose for myself. The only thing I want.

You really do want me,' I say, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath as it hitches. 'And you hate it.

The odd thing about ambition is this: You can acquire it like a fever, but it is not so easy to shed.

You don't know how long I've waited to hear those words," he says. "You don't want me dead.

There is no banquet too abundant for a starving man.

Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.

He rises from the throne. "Come, have a seat." His voice is replete with danger, lush with menace. The flowering branches have sprouted thorns so thickly that petals are barely visible. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he asks. "What you sacrificed everything for. Go on. It's all yours.

Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news. They will drink you down like a shot of whisky. Falling in love with them is like falling down a flight of stairs. What no one told me, with all those warnings, is that even after you've fallen, even after you know how painful it is, you'd still get in line to do it again.

I get why he chose her. I just wish she had chosen me.