Quotes About Desire

The battle of good and evil reduced to a fat woman standing in front of a chocolate shop, saying, Will I? Won't I? in pitiful indecision.

Le cose proibite hanno sempre il gusto migliore.

Sometimes, being told not to do something just makes us want it all the more. Sometimes, a little of what you crave is better than total abstinence.

How can you fly with a stone around your neck? How can you run with a chain on your feet? 'But I love him,' I said. That's the stone. That's the chain, said the hawthorn. And until you can give them back, you will never be free again.

Come to me in love, Love. Come to me in love.

What is it that the slave dreams? The slave dreams of being the master.

Caro's eyes slid longingly over the display, the pralines, truffles, amandines, and nougats, the éclairs, florentines, liqueur cherries, frosted almonds.

A przecie? prawdziwe czarowanie nie jest zgo?a dramatyczne, to po prostu skupienie my?li na upragnionym celu.

With a jolt of surprise, he realized he had not really wanted anything for twenty years.

Oh, muerte cruel! ¿Por qué vienes a quien no te quiere y rehuyes a los que te desean?

If you have reasons for not coming back, I don't want to know them. I just want you to come back anyway. Ignorance, see?

true love is felonious… You take someone's breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for, Ian whispers. I think we just do.

So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.

He smiles at me, and I am suddenly seventeen again - the year I realize that love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable

But will you miss me? More importantly - will I miss you? Does either one of us really want to hear the answer to that question?

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.

What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior.

No matter who you are, there is always some part of you that wishes you were someone else, and when, for a millisecond, you get that wish, it's a miracle.

What was wrong with me? I had a decent life. I was healthy. I wasn't starving or maimed by a land mine or orphaned. Yet somehow, it wasn't enough. I had a hole in me, and everything I took for granted slipped through it like sand. I felt like I had swallowed yeast, like whatever evil was festering inside me had doubled in size.

When you love someone more than he loves you, you'll do anything to switch the scales. You dress the way you think he'd like you to dress. You pick up his favorite figures of expression. You tell yourself that if you re-create yourself in his image, then he'll crave you in the same way you crave him.

You can tell yourself that you would be willing to lose everything you have in order to get something you want. But it's a catch-22: all of those things you're willing to lose are what make you recognizable. Lose them, and you've lost yourself.

Would you give up your vengeance against someone you hate if it meant saving someone you love? Would you want your dreams to come true if it meant granting your enemy's dying wish?

He began to trace a pattern on the table with the nail of his thumb. She kept saying she wanted to keep things exactly the way they were, and that she wished she could stop everything from changing. She got really nervous, like, talking about the future. She once told me that she could see herself now, and she could also see the kind of life she wanted to have - kids, husband, suburbs, you know - but she couldn't figure out how to get from point A to point B.