Quotes About Desire

Más allá comienza el misterio. Más acá, no hay misterio, no hay esoterismo, no hay más sombras que las que proyectan nuestros deseos y sobre todo, nuestro orgullo. Pero como es más fácil contentarse con ideas y palabras que hacer algo con las manos, con dolor y con fatiga, en el silencio y en la soledad, también es más cómodo buscar un refugio en el pensamiento llamado "puro" que luchar cuerpo a cuerpo contra el peso y las tinieblas de la materia.

If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies." While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, Crying to the moo-oo-oon, "If only, If only.

The aim of military training is not just to prepare men for battle, but to make them long for it.

Nothing but blackness aboveAnd nothing that moves but the cars...God, if you wish for our love,Fling us a handful of stars

I tell you I cannot bear it! I shall do something desperate if this life is not changed soon. It gets worse and worse, and I often feel as if I'd gladly sell my soul to Satan for a year of freedom.

Freedom ... the sauce best beloved by the boyish soul.

Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want.

I'd rather take coffee than compliments just now.

Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want.

There was so much to love I could not love it all;I could not love it enough.

I never gave away anything without wishing I had kept it; nor kept anything without wishing I had given it away.

Discontent is only the fear of missing something. Content is the knowledge that you aren't missing anything worth-while.

You should remind yourself that what you love is mortal, that what you love is not your own. It is granted to you the present while, and not irrevocably, nor for ever, but like a fig or a bunch of grapes in the appointed season and if you long for it in the winter, you are a fool.

The dead don't bother haunting graveyards- they are the last place on earth they need to haunt. The living do that job for them with their messy combination of grief, desire, imagination. There is nothing in this cemetery. It's just an empty field.

The first day without you is painful in a way that is almost exquisite. I imagine quitting smokers must feel like this, or crash-dieters - the early determination, where the loss of what you have given up is replaced with the adrenaline of denial.

So what is wild? What is wilderness? What are dreams but an internal wilderness and what is desire but a wildness of the soul?

We have these earthly bodies. We don't know what they want. Half the time, we pretend they are under our mental thumb, but that is the illusion of the healthy and the protected. Of sedate lovers. For the body has emotions it conceives and carries through without concern for anyone or anything else. Love is one of those, I guess. Going back to something very old knit into the brain as we were growing. Hopeless. Scorching. Ordinary.

I feel there's a funny little hole in me that wasn't there before, like a splinter in your finger, but this is somewhere above my stomach.

It's what we all wanted when we were children- to be loved and accepted exactly as we were then, not when we got taller or thinner or prettier...and we still want it... but we aren't going to get it from other people until we can get it from ourselves.

Don't insist that love come immediately. Perhaps you are not ready for it, or you are not developed enough to attract the love you want (and deserve).

It's the negative thought patterns that produce uncomfortable, unrewarding experiences with which we're concerned. It's our desire to change our dis-ease in life into perfect health.

What you put your attention on grows and becomes permanent in your life. Move away from the negative, and put your attention on what it is that you really do want to be or have. Let's turn the above negative affirmations into positive affirmations.

Make love to me," she whispered. "If you make love to me then it is two of us. There is just one of him when he takes my blood, but we are two." "We are two and more than two," he whispered in her ear, and then he lifted her and carried her to the bed.

Better to accept the wretched truth than struggle, twisting to make a wish a reality.