Quotes About Desire

All men desire to be immortal.

My body seems a mere encumbrance to me; an imbecillic wagon, hitched to the horse of desire, which is the soul.

Only meaning can make a difference and we all know there's no meaning. All stories express a desire for meaning, not meaning itself. Therefore any difference knowing the story makes is a delusion.

When your throat is parched with thirst, do you desire a cup of gold?

Distrust those in whom the desire to punish is strong.

Thus I reel from desire to fulfillment and in fulfillment languish for desire.

The outcomes are in incredible need more prominent desire.

There are directors who desire to be artistic. It is pathetic to compare the seriousness of their aim with the absurdity of their attainment.

He who is drawn to something desirable does not desire to have it as a thought but as a thing.

There is no limit to desire but desire's needs.

But what was the desire of the flesh beside the desire of the mind?

Your readiest desire is your path to joy... even if it destroys you.

I had only one desire: to dismember it. To see of what it was made, to discover the dearness, to find the beauty, the desirability that had escaped me, but apparently only me.

Desire can't be sated, because if it is, the longing disappears and then we've failed, because desire is the state we seek.

The sole evidence it is possible to produce that anything is desirable, is that people do actually desire it.

Be not for ever harassed by impotent desire.

If your desire is to be successful or to make a positive impact on your world, you need to become a person of influence.

Thinking is the desire to gain reality by means of ideas.

When had my fear of broken plates gotten so grandiose? My desire for extravagant moments so small?

Clothes became my attraction and obsession early. I wasn't so interested in dressing myself because I was not my object of desire.

What is desire?-- The impulse to make someone else complete? That woman would set sodden straw on fire.

The content of the ideal is a desire to return to the perfection of an imaginary past.

I don't make money on the road, and so there's less and less incentive for me to do it when I don't have that adolescent desire for whatever it is, glory or fame.

There are no accidents in this world, that no living being is seduced into an entanglement that he did not invite with his innermost desires. Would you agree with my estimation?