Quotes About Desire

Let me spell it out for you. When a man's got something he don't give tuppence about and another man wants it enough, thruppence will usually do it.

my hunger for books was constant.

The incendiary magic she possessed was so strong she could set fire to water if she wanted to badly enough.

The river is of no use to a yorkshire cat, it is the moors he is looking for.

Someone had told him once that the desire to do something well is a good indicator of talent.

Besides, who ever asked you what you wanted in this world, girl? The answer to that question, reader, as you well know, was absolutely no one.

If you don't know or didn't understand, ASK! It's your responsibility to find out. Research; demonstrate an unquenchable desire to know everything about your job. If something is broken or not right, take the initiative to fix it or make

what is money for, if not to get what you want?

I do a job which I ought to find satisfying, and it leaves me bored and empty. A diet of milk and honey, when you have teeth, he observed.

But if we don't prefer things, then we increase our chances to be content.

so don't tell me how love will rescue me, I was carnivorous about love, I ate love to the ankles, my thighs are gnawed with love still and yet I cannot have loved, since living was all I could do and for that, I was caged in bone spur endlessly

I wanted so terribly to be good to him.

Everything in the least connected with him has value for me; if someone even mentions his name it is like a little present to me-and I long to mention it myself

I could marry the Devil himself if he had some money.

Everything in the least connected with him has value for me; if someone even mentions his name it is like a little present to me--and I long to mention it myself, I start subjects leading up to it, and then feel myself going red. I keep swearing to myself not to speak of him again- and then an opportunity occurs and I jump at it.

it seemed an awful waste that we weren't in love with each other.

he talked quite naturally while we ate — about the difficulty of finding words to describe the luminous mist, and why one has the desire to describe beauty. Perhaps it's an attempt to possess it, I said. Or be possessed by it; perhaps that's the same thing, really. I suppose it's the complete identification with beauty one's seeking. The mist grew brighter and brighter.

Never have I felt so separate from her. And I regret to say that there were moments when my deep and loving pity for her merged into a desire to kick her fairly hard.

But the happiness you hoped to win for me will never be mine.

So much of me longs to run after him and cry, 'Yes, yes, yes!' A few hours ago, when I wrote I could never mean anything to him, such a chance would have seemed heaven on earth. And surely I could give him - a sort of contentment? That isn't enough to give. Not for the giver.

I had found out in that glittering corridor off the ballroom that being with him could be more painful than being away from him.

Oh my dear, dear Stephen, how can I ever repay you for such unselfishness? But the happiness you hoped to win for me will never be mine.

Oh I daresay she can't help it - she's one of the women who oughn't be loved too kindly when they are some primitive desire for brutality makes them try to provoke it.

And they are like a drug, one needs them oftener and oftener and has to make them more and more exciting - until at last one's imagination won't work at all.