Quotes About Desire

Ay, amor mío, no estoy triste, no, pero te quiero. Es un modo distinto de sufrir.

Es que hacemos las cosas sólo para recordarlas? ¿Es que vivimos sólo para tener memoria de nuestra vida? Porque sucede que hasta la esperanza es memoria y que el deseo es el recuerdo de lo que ha de venir.

En qué lugar, en dónde, a qué deshoras me dirás que te amo? Esto es urgente porque la eternidad se nos acaba.

Me he tomado también tu taza de café. Ya casi no tengo azúcar pero me acordé que a ti te gusta amargo. Sabe muy feo, cómo ésta soledad. Cómo éste estar deseándote a todas horas.

No es que muera de amor, muero de ti. Muero de ti, amor, de amor de ti, de urgencia mía de mi piel de ti, de mi alma de ti y de mi boca y del insoportable que yo soy sin ti.

Amor, todos los días. Aquí a mi lado, junto a mí, haces falta.

Yo nunca te he jurado fidelidad sexual; no podría ser; es absurdo; tu misma no la deseas. El que yo ande con otra no quiere decir que deje de andar contigo. Tú estás más allá de todo esto, linda.

She had too much of everything, and so she longed to have less; less, she was sure, would bring her happiness. To me it was a laugh and a relief to observe the unhappiness that too much can bring; I had been so used to observing the reults of too little.

But mostly I had books - so many books, and they were mine; I would not have to part with them. It had always been a dream of mine to just own a lot of books, to never part with a book once I had read it.

At the top of the page I wrote my full name [...] At the sight of it, many thoughts rushed through me, but I could write down only this: "I wish I could love someone so much that I would die from it." And then as I looked at this sentence a great deal of shame came over me and I wept and wept so much that the tears fell on the page and caused all the words to become one great big blur.

By then I already knew that I wanted to have a powerful odor and would not care if it gave offense.

At the door I planted a kiss on Paul's mouth with an uncontrollable ardor that I actually did feel-a kiss of treachery, for I could still taste the other man in my mouth.

But something that never escapes me as I putter about the garden, physically and mentally: desire and curiosity inform the inevitable boundaries of the garden, and boundaries, especially when they are an outgrowth of something as profound as the garden with all its holy restrictions and admonitions, must be violated.

I understood finding the place you are born in an unbearable prison and wanting something completely different from what you are familiar with, knowing it represents a haven.

I wish I could love someone so much that I would die from it.

I identified with the yearnings of this man; I understood finding the place you are born in an unbearable prison and wanting something completely different from what you are familiar with, knowing it represents a haven.

Jag önskar att jag kunde älska någon så högt att jag bara dog. Och när jag tittade på denna mening sköljde en våg av skam över mig. Jag brast i gråt och tårarna trillade ner på boksidan tills orden förvandlades till en stor plump.

In the past, the thought of being in my present situation had been a comfort, but now I did not even have this to look forward to, and so I lay down on my bed and dreamt I was eating a bowl of pink mullet and green figs cooked in coconut milk, and it had been cooked by my grandmother, which was why the taste of it pleased me so, for she was the person I liked best in all the world and those were the things I like best to eat also.

I said that she had acted like a saint, but that since I was living in this real world I had really wanted just a mother.

I wish that I could love someone so much that I would die from it.

I did not care about being a virgin and had long been looking forward to the day when I could rid myself of that status, but when I saw how much it mattered to him to be the first boy I had been with, I could not five him such a hold over me.

That the world I was in could be soft, lovely, and nourishing was more than I could bear, and so I stood there and wept, for I didn't want to love one more thing that could make my heart break into a million little pieces at my feet.

The future is like heaven, everyone exalts it, but no one wants to go there now.

Always, always ask for what you want. Because the Universe might surprise you — and give it to you.