Quotes About Desire

Publicity in women is detestable. Anonymity runs in their blood. The desire to be veiled still possesses them. They are not even now as concerned about the health of their fame as men are, and, speaking generally, will pass a tombstone or a signpost without feeling an irresistible desire to cut their names on it.

There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.

Il est difficile de voir quelqu'un obtenir ce que le monde désire, et de devoir le consoler, en prime.

C'est de l'amour qu'il veut lui faire entrer dans le corps et elle s'ouvre autant que possible. En même temps, elle se sent désolée. Son corps est encombrant, elle est enterrée vive sous lui. Nausée.

C'est un gars qui tombe amoureux, souvent, son piédestal est facile d'accès, mais doté d'une option "eject

Du kleines Arschloch, sagt eine Stimme, wie kannst du es wagen?, und ich erhalte die Strafe, die ich verdiene. Für die Freude, die ich empfinden würde.

Men are trapped in a different dichotomy, that which gives them a hard-on must remain a problem. Above all, no reconciliation. Because a peculiar thing about men is that they tend to despise that which they desire, as well as despising themselves for the physical manifestation of that desire.

In [porn] films, the actress has male-type sexuality. To put it bluntly, she behaves exactly like a gay man in a back room. She is shown in the film as always wanting sex, with anyone, in every hole. And she comes every time. As a man in a woman's body would.

The political strategy of victimizing prostitutes also serves this purpose of branding male desire and confining it in its own squalor. He can pay to come if he wants, but he'll have to rub shoulders with filth, shame, and poverty. The prostitution transaction -- "I pay you, you satisfy me" -- is the basis of the heterosexual contract. It is hypocritical to pretend, as we do, that this transaction is foreign to our culture.

Whatever arouses us, or fails to, comes from dark, uncontrollable places in ourselves, and rarely fits who we would conscious like to be.

Porn is somehow supposed to be real--something we never expect of film, by its very nature a technique of illusion. We expect porn to show us exactly what we dread about it: the truth of our desire.

Nishkâma Karma, or work without desire or attachment.

on account of their possessing their own minds, it is possible that their wills may differ, and that, whilst one desires creation, another may desire destruction. The only way of avoiding this conflict is to make all wills subordinate to some one will.

Be unattached, expect nothing in return, attachment comes only where we expect a return, love shines in freedom alone.

Don't," she begged, knowing that surely she was trying his patience, that his kindness would stretch just so far, that if he were truly kind he could never have survived as a vampire.

?nsanlar?n mutluluk, a?k, sevinç olarak adland?rd??? ?eylerin hepsinin yanl?? faraziyeler üzerine kurulu yanl?? hesaplar?n bir birikimi oldu?unu ke?feden herkes, kalbinde sadece korkunç bir bo?luk bulacakt?r.

En vérité, l'homme est l'être le plus curieux du monde, murmura-t-il. Il voudrait voler comme un aigle mais il n'a pas ses ailes. Il voudrait avoir la force du lion, mais il n'a pas ses pattes. Comme tu l'as créé terriblement incomplet, Seigneur ! Et en prime, tu lui as donné l'intelligence et le pouvoir de connaître ses faiblesses.

Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched travelers, twice or many times older than they, reveal their nature, which is not human, but nymphic (that is, demoniac); and these chosen creatures I propose to designate as "nymphets."

I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.

All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other's soul and flesh; but there we were, unable even to mate as slum children would have so easily found an opportunity to do so.

I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.

I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t'aimais, je t'aimais! And there were times when I knew how you felt, and it was hell to know it, my little one. Lolita girl, brave Dolly Schiller.

There is no happiness in life, there is only a mirage on the horizon, so cherish that.

Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched travelers, twice or many times older than they, reveal their true nature which is not human, but nymphic (that is, demoniac); and these chosen creatures I propose to designate as nymphets.