Quotes About Desire

What is it about food that's bad for you that makes you feel so good?" I asked. "And why can't I feel this way about lettuce?

This obsession you have with funnel cake isn't healthy,

I will never understand a desire for a reckoning so strong that you burn down your own house to get it,

it's not children who extinguish the flame of desire—it's the adults who fail to keep the spark alive.

The craving to be valued, he adds, is not a male impulse, but a human one.

I had a consuming ambition to possess a miller's thumb. I believe I have never since wanted anything more desperately than I wanted my right thumb to be flattened as my father's had become, during his earlier years of a miller's life.

This stream of watching made what was watched wanted.

We are all fools in love

The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.

Even now I'll see her looking at him, her eyes milky yet full of longing, and all he ever gives her is a gentle, absent nod. Perhaps this is the nature of true deprivation - a lifetime of love, tenderly spurned.

I really think that writing about sex is writing about the mind.

There are only two kinds of women in the world, those who love shoes and those who had the misfortune to be born without the ability to experience total bliss on finding a pair of perfectly designed pumps in the right size at half price.

There is a little dull ache for Oblomov and his dreams. Man does not live by bread alone, not even by the most wholesome bread punctually served. There is dream-stuff as well as bread-stuff. Sometimes man's strength is to sit still.

So this intense desire uttered itself in the dromenon of his resurrection.

she wants her own version of fulfilment. And I want that for her too.

But castles in the air were founded on such hopes.

You spend all your life trying to do something they put people in asylums for.

Is there world enough for me?

She wanted to take his hand. Her hardest task now as she grew older in the Ministry was to deal with her longing to be touched - hugged, stroked by anyone, any human being - a friend, a lover, a child or even (and here she scented danger) a servant. Of either sex. She prayed about it, asking that God's encircling arms would bring comfort. They did not

I want someone who will adore me so much that they cannot even walk past me without touching me in some way. I want someone who will worship me, even when.. I'm sitting around in fluffy slippers with no makeup on and hair scraped back. I'm sick and tired of being on my own. Most of the time I'm fine. Some of the time I even quite enjoy it. But at this precise moment in time I'm fed up with it. I've had enough..

It was impossible not to admire him, not to want to do something to contain that kind of beauty- drink him, ingest him, sneak into his shirt and hide for the rest of one's natural life.

I heard the phrases and I wanted all of me to call out in a song, a song that doesn't have words, a song that almost doesn't have noise. A lot of people take a short cut and call that feeling of song love. They just call it that because there isn't a way to describe it. But the word love doesn't describe the half of it. It doesn't do anything to bring to mind the song we all want so desperately to sing.

I had forgotten what it was like, to be drawn to a person...I'd forgotten how your blood flows toward a person when they move, so that all at once you know what the pull of gravity feels like. and you know that this is something strong and important, something that you need for life, this woman moving through the room.