Quotes About Desire

I kiss you and the world begins to fade. – W. B. Yeats, The Land of Heart's Desire (? Jennings Press, August 25, 2008) Originally published 1894.

Because all dark, like those that are all light, They are cast beyond the verge, and in a cloud, Crying to one another like the bats; And having no desire they cannot tell What's good or bad, or what it is to triumph At the perfection of one's own obedience; And yet they speak what's blown into the mind; Deformed beyond deformity, unformed, Insipid as the dough before it is baked, They change their bodies at a word.

No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream.

O hiding hair and dewy eyes, I am no more with life and death, My heart upon his warm heart lies, My breath is mixed into his breath.

I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

I would like to have great iron claws, and to put them about the pillars, and to pull and pull till everything fell into pieces. Jerome. I don't see what good that would do you. Paul Ruttledge. Oh, yes it would. When everything was pulled down we would have more room to get drunk in, to drink contentedly out of the cup of life, out of the drunken cup of life.

Jerome. That is a terribly wild thought. I hope you don't believe all you say. Paul Ruttledge. Perhaps not. I only know that I want to upset everything about me. Have you not noticed that it is a complaint many of us have in this country? and whether it comes from love or hate I don't know, they are so mixed together here.

I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun.

Nothing that we love over-much Is ponderable to our touch.

Go your ways, O go your ways I choose another mark, Girls down on the seashore Who understand the dark

O you are wild for love of me And I with love am wild

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." ( Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven )

I have not learned how often I Can win, can love, but choose to die.

How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.

Desire, even in its wildest tantrums, can neither persuade me it is love nor stop me from wishing it were.

Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; Still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire.

People always get what they want. But there is a price for everything. Failures are either those who do not know what they want or are not prepared to pay the price asked them. The price varies from individual to individual. Some get things at bargain-sale prices, others only at famine prices. But it is no use grumbling. Whatever price you are asked, you must pay.

For the error bred in the bone of each woman and each man craves what it cannot have, not universal love but to be loved alone.

What mad Nijinsky wrote/ About Diaghilev/ Is true of the normal heart;/ For the error bred in the bone/ Of each woman and each man/ Craves what it cannot have, Not universal love/ But to be loved alone.

I may want to sleep with Miss America, but I have no wish to hear her talk about herself and her family.

He still loves life But O O O O how he wishes The good Lord would take him.

If there ever was a man of whom it could be said that he 'hungered and thirsted after righteousness,' it was Kafka.

Lovers running each to each Feel such timid dreams catch fire Blazing as they touch, Learn what love alone can teach: Happy on a tousled bed Praise Blake's acumen who said: 'One thing only we require Of each other; we must see In another's lineaments Gratified desire'; That is our humanity; Nothing else contents.

Because I love you more than I can say, If I could tell you I would let you know.