Quotes About Desire

When we hope, we usually hope for the wrong thing. We yearn for tomorrow and the progress that it represents. But yesterday was once tomorrow, and where was the progress in it? Or we yearn for yesterday, for what was or what might have been. But as we are yearning, the present is becoming the past, so the past is nothing but our yearning for second chances.

I rarely drink, but there are times when even drinking too much is not enough.

From time to time he heard himself whimpering in grief. Love was the best thing when you had it, and the most terrible thing when it was taken from you.

He believed in only five things—violence, sex, money, snakes, and intuition—and he believed in them profoundly, passionately.

Love is absorbing, related to affection but stronger, full of appreciation for—and delight in—the other person, marked by a desire always to please and benefit her or him, always to smooth the loved one's way through the roughness of the days and to do everything possible to make her or him feel profoundly valued. All of that I had experienced before, and this was all those things but also a

I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, but now I want a Russian novel, a 50-page description of you sleeping.

Just because you've had enough doesn't mean you wanted too much.

When you are internally driven by not wanting to be something, you often become the opposite. This robs you of your right to choose what you really want to do with your life.

Sometimes I think we're afraid to admit we want certain things. Especially things that contradict the image we have of ourselves.

His heart wanted Mary. And then it wanted Merry.

It was the kind of kiss that had the power to melt the panties right off a girl.

We all want to be loved, it's a basic human being

he was living in a dream world, then he never wanted to wake up.

We hold on to our pain, our loss, our rejections, like a kid with a favorite toy. Why take the risk? Why get involved? It's costly to let go of all the garbage we carry, the pain we've nursed like a colicky baby. That's why we reject the very thing we want most. We're afraid it might lead to something more, something good, and that's what we find downright uncomfortable.

But at twenty-eight, Justine had revealed no desire to marry.

Carolyn wished she had a way of reaching Dave;

Let me see if I have this straight. You were going to move out, although you didn't want to. Is that right?" She nodded. "Why?" "Because I wanted you to ask me to stay." "Ah, I understand now. You do one thing, hoping I'll respond by asking you to do the opposite." She shrugged, realizing how silly it sounded in the cold light of reason. "I… guess so.

Does our essence still lie in what we know, or are we now content to be defined by what we want? If we don't grapple with that question ourselves, our gadgets will be happy to answer it for us.

We and all the others and everyone—regardless of the lives we'd led, and more than anything else, and beyond the agonies and dangers that attend every act and action of ours in this life, we all wanted to live. And that desire, if not the result, is something to think about.

I'm sure we all have dreams of leaving at some time in our lives, but when we reach the bottom, most of us go running home.

He pulled her against his chest, letting her feel his heart thunder its rhythm. Kissing her hair he whispered, the desperation raw, You are no dream...but flesh and blood. Tell me you are real...oh, please...be real. Aye, I am real.

Witch's spell or not, he would take her, possess her- own her. It wasn't his intent when he kissed her. Fires of damnation! He never planned to kiss the wench! It just...happened.

Wish it, believe it, and it will be so.

What do you call love, then? Someone I can't live without.