Quotes About Desire

I think that a certain hunger for him came first and was followed by a feeling of tenderness, gradually increasing, for a person who aroused such hunger and then satisfied it. Maybe that was what I felt for him that I thought was love.

Not a man of habits, though he wished to be

But no matter how clearly I saw what I was doing, I would go on doing it, as though I simply allowed my shame to sit there alongside my need to do it, one separate from the other. I often chose to do the wrong thing and feel bad about it rather than to do the right thing, if the wrong thing was what I wanted.

At a certain point in her life, she realizes it is not so much that she wants to have a child as that she does not want not to have a child, or not to have had a child.

It is not what you want to be doing. It is that you are passing the time. You are waiting until it is a certain hour and you are in a certain condition so that you can go to sleep.

In a simple way, that same night, like two hungry and thirsty people, we could decide we wanted to find a place to be alone together and remain together long enough to satisfy our appetite.

For a moment it seemed incomprehensible to me that anyone would build a whole city when all that was needed was a room for her.

I looked like a woman in glasses, but I had dreams of leading a very different kind of life, the life of a woman who would not wear glasses, the kind of woman I saw from a distance now and then in a bar.

At a certain point in her life, she realises it is not so much that she wants to have a child as that she does not want not to have a child, or not to have had a child.

suffering can be a work of art. It can be made of buried and rising things, helpless and undiscovered, song of frustrated want, silence after desire. It can be the test of the self falling short, constrained, distorted, disturbed or rebuffed, the vacuum left by longing, call without an answer.

Hoy por la mañana hizo vida, pero ahora está haciendo un poco de ganas de morir.

Fico tomando sol porque não posso tomar o homem que amo", pensou mastigando mais energicamente. E Ana Clara? As coisas que tomava seriam para substituir o casaco de onça? O Jaguar? E se fosse simplesmente porque não conheceu o sol, a infância, Deus. "Tudo que tive e ainda tenho, tão triste ir buscar lá fora o que devia estar aqui dentro.

As personagens são como vampiros, cravam os caninos na nossa jugular e quando amanhece, voltam aos seus sepulcros até que anoiteça de novo. O fim do livro seria a pedra que ponho sobre esses visitantes. Definitivamente? Não. Um dia, de repente, com outro nome e outras feições e em outro tempo volta mascarada a mesma personagem, elas gostam da vida. Como nós.

Ana Clara contou que tinha um namorado que endoidava quando ela tirava os cílios postiços, a cena do biquíni não tinha a menor importância mas assim que começava a tirar os cílios, era a glória. Os olhos nus. Em verdade vos digo que chegará o dia em que a nudez dos olhos será mais excitante do que a do sexo.

Daqui a pouco ficarei em cacos na sua mão - balbuciou. E como sentisse que ele afrouxava o braço, animou-o novamente. - Mas eu quero que seja assim.

Tinha um relógio grande assim na torre e eu queria me agarrar nos ponteiros, segurar as horas, por que é que o tempo não parava um pouco? Queria ficar lá dependurado, segurando o tempo.

Às vezes quero morrer para depois ressuscitar jovem igual ao retrato que o polonês fez. Mas a gente não pode escolher a ressurreição, pode?

That's right, you're not from Texas. But Texas wants you anyways.

A heat full of coldness, a sweet full of bitterness, a pain full of pleasantness, which maketh thoughts have eyes, and hearts, and ears; bred by desire, nursed by delight, weaned by jealousy, killed by dissembling, buried by ingratitude; and this is love.

If the consciousness of God is possible to all healthful souls, why are so many men and women without this consciousness? There are men and women, not a few, who do not want God. They would be very glad to have God if he were always on their side; glad to have God if he would always do what they want him to do. But a supreme will ... a masterful will, a will to which they must conform, they do not want.

Men who do want God, who are really in earnest to find God, who do not live in the outward world altogether, but have some vision of the inner, who do not stop at the creed or the church or the Book, who do not call God to an account for the way in which he conducts himself, still fail to find God because they want God only for what God will bring to them.

No man will find God unless he seeks after God for God's own sake, loves him for himself, and not for the gifts which he may bestow.

This is what Jesus Christ came to do. Not to show how we can escape hell and get into heaven, but to show how we can escape from ourselves and become other selves; to show how we may cease to be what we are and become what we desire to be. He came that he might teach us and empower us to be the men we want to be, the men we ought to be.

Vanity is apt to inspire contempt, but that becomes immediately tempered by a gentler and more gracious feeling; for the vain man desires to win our approbation, and in this way he flatters us.