Quotes About Desire

The mind wanders when it's never totally satisfied.

Whom have I in heaven but you? And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. (Psalm 73:25–26)

God wants to be known by you, and you can know as much about Him as you have the appetite and desire to know.

It is legal because I wish it.

Elle avait ce gout de l'absolu, rien n'etait jamais assez, rien n'etait quelque chose. Quiconque a ce gout de l'absolu, renonce par la meme au bonheur.

you sleep naked in my brain and I dare not rest

Love is still exalted enough for me. It has remained all that I love. What makes all things yield. What makes one abandon absolutely everything, and quite right too.

L'amour n'a-t-il pas en soi-même sa fin ?

The countryside and woods kept me occupied a while longer. Then I took a violent dislike to them and confined myself to my room. The prodigious slowness of time, the horrible punctuality of the meals, my reading of what I found in the library of the house, and a persistent memory above all, gave me an urgent desire to flee from that miserable region. But how could I?

It sometimes happens that pleasure blows anywhere it damn well chooses.

Polly's embarrassment revealed her regret that she should have given in to the age-old temptation of saying something disagreeable even to her oldest and most useful friend. But she had committed herself now. "I relate it," she replied in a bolder tone, "to my apprehension that you are using your perfectly proper wish to do great and noble things with Eric's money to disguise your equally natural desire to keep it out of the greedy hands of his family.

Thou dost not understand the foolish things that creep into the hearts of us white men when we love a woman, not for her beauty alone, but for something that wise men say lies beyond the black gates of death, and the woman who loves and the man who loves shall yet meet again.

Give me some more grog, dear friend; when I talk of the days of my youth my belly yearns for it, and I am not ashamed to beg.

What is it about possessing things? Why do we feel the need to own what we love? And why do we become such jerks when we do? We've all been there. You want something, you possess it - and by possessing it, you lose it.

Your lips are like sugar And your cheeks an apple Your breasts are paradise And your body a lily. O, to kiss the sugar To bite the apple To reveal paradise And open the lily.

It seems that everyone has their own inexplicable fear to have nightmares about. We need nightmares to keep ourselves entertained, and fend off the contentment that we all fear and abhor so much.

Most cats, when they are Out want to be In, and vice versa, and often simultaneously.

Let the old Muse loosen her stays Or give me a new Muse with stockings and suspenders And a smile like a cat, With false eyelashes and finger-nails of carmine And dressed by Schiaparelli, with a pill-box hat. ... Give me a houri but houris are too easy, Give me a nun; We'll rape the angels off the golden reredos Before we're done.

The Witch's conception of what Narnia should be like is similar to what Sauron desires for Middle-earth (and what Satan desires for our own world) : a barren landscape devoid of life peopled by joyless automatons who neither laugh nor take pleasure in anything. It is Satan, not Christ who is the cosmic killjoy.

Om het even welke kleur bevalt me, als ze maar rood is.

Hij likte me frivooltje van een mosseltje, intens ervan genietend, dat voelde ik wel. (...) Het raakte binnen in me in alsmaar opgewondener toestand - de toestand is opnieuw gespannen, zegt men dan in de nieuwsberichten - en ik voelde dat iets gebeuren zou (...)

Ik wrong en wreef me opene muis tegen z'n geertig likkende mond aan en spoot meteen al me geil, dat hij zo lekker vond, uit me mossel weg. Het stroomde zo over z'n gelaat, een fontein van geil, waarvan hij dronk of het een whisky-pruimsap was. Ik verloor het bewustzijn erbij (...)

Op de slaapkamer sloten we voor alle veiligheid en vuiligheid de deur af, want je kàn nooit weten. Daar kleedde ook hij zich helemaal uit, als een naakte God, en toen ik z'n wiebel zoende stond die te trillen van aandoening.(...)

Ik wentelde me naar hem toe en legde me met wijdgeopende muis over z'n stijve boodschapper neer. Ik zei hem dat ik z'n fluit wou, dat ik er heet naar lag, dat ik ze binnen in me kut moest hebben. Me muis heeft honger naar je stijve zaadworst, zei ik hem. Ik weet niet wat ik d'r allemaal nog uitflapte (...)