Quotes About Desire

What a heavenly night, Jay," she said in the voice which was dearest to him. "I almost wish I could come with you"-she remembered more clearly "—in whatever happens." "I wish you could, dear," he said, though his mind had not been on such a possibility; frankly, he had suddenly looked forward to the solitary drive. But now the peculiar quality of her voice reached him and he said, with love, "I wish you could.

Andrew walked with him to the front door. "Just let me know, Andrew. Anything ," Walter said. "I will and thank you," Andrew replied. Their eyes met, and for a moment both were caught in astonishment. He wishes it was me ! Andrew thought. He wishes it was himself ! Walter thought. Perhaps I do, too , Andrew thought, and once again, as he had felt when he first saw the dead body, he felt absurd, ashamed, guilty almost of cheating, even of murder, in being alive.

I naturally think that my desire is mine, is of me, that I am it's subject and I know what I want. But so to think is not to see that desire is making me. The me is a highly mutable construct, radically dependent on the desires of others. The failure to recognize is not a mistake about something of which the 'me' might be conscious, but is a failure to rest peaceably on what made it possible for there to be a conscious "me" at all.

it is not the "I" that has desires, it is desire that forms and sustains the "I".

Self is ingenious, crooked, and, governed by subtle and snaky desire, admits of endless turnings and qualifications, and the deluded worshippers of self vainly imagine that they can gratify every worldly desire, and at the same time possess the Truth

You will become as small as your controlling desire; as great as you dominant aspiration.

The source and cause of all temptation is in the inward desire; that being purified or eliminated, outward objects and extraneous powers are utterly powerless to move the soul to sin or to temptation.

The man of desire needs the promise of reward to urge him to action. He is as a child working for the possession of a toy.

As a man purifies his heart, temptation ceases, for when a certain unlawful desire has been taken out of the heart, the object which formerly appealed to it can no longer do so, but becomes dead and powerless, for there is nothing left in the heart that can respond to it.

Be careful what you set your heart upon - for it will surely be yours.

Money, it turned out, was exactly like sex, you thought of nothing else if you didnt have it and thought of other things if you did.

Life is hunger, thirst, and passion for an ultimate object, which looms over the horizon, and yet always lies beyond it. When this is recognized, man becomes a tireless searcher.

Un desiderio infinito, comune a tutti

Invece, questo desiderio di egemonia, la speranza posta nell'egemonia non è la speranza posta in Cristo!

Is it a crime to want to be good? she cried

Y es que el amor -lo que se dice amor- / llega muy pocas veces, aunque se obstinen tantos / en convertir el aureus en moneda corriente...

Without the desire for God, our planet would be a sorry wasteland of ugliness.

Sex without sin is like an egg without salt.

For me, it was a film about passion, l'amour fou, the irresistible force that thrusts two people together, and about the impossibility of their ever becoming one.

Eroticism is a diabolic pleasure that is related to death and rotting flesh.

Me decía: ¡habrían tenido que hacerme leer a Sade antes que todas las demás cosas!

Diré cómo nacisteis, placeres prohibidos, Como nace un deseo sobre torres de espanto

In their vain quest for happiness, they only succeed in rendering it more inaccessible not only for themselves, but for everybody else.

It isn't everyday that we want to see a syrupy Van Gogh or hear a piquant fugue by Bach, or make love to a succulent woman, but every day we want to eat; hunger is the recurring desire, the only recurring desire, for sight, sound, sex and power all come to an end, but hunger goes on, and while one might weary of Ravel for ever, one could only ever weary of ravioli for, at most, a day.