Quotes About Desire

Longed for him. Got him. Shit.

You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself.

For centuries censorship has created best sellers because, as Michel de Montaigne said, 'To forbid us anything is to make us have a mind for it.' (Banned Books: Censorship Histories of World Literature)

In real love, you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person.

The reason thereof is, said the Duchess, that they have too little Gold and Riches, which makes them so eager to have it. No, replied the Empress's Soul, their particular Covetousness, is beyond all the wealth of the richest World, and the more Riches they have, the more Covetous they are; for their Covetousness is Infinite.

Maybe I wanted to hear it so badly that my ears betrayed my mind in order to secure my heart.

One must desire something to be alive.

Now, what I want you

I've got selfish in my old age. I live as I like.

He wants only the simple things: a chair, someone to pull off his shoes, someone to watch him while he talks, with admiration and fear, gratitude if possible, someone in whom to plunge himself for rest and renewal. These things can best be had by marrying a woman who has been condemned to death by other men for wishing to be beautiful. There is a wide choice.

You wonder about her crime. She was condemned to death for stealing clothes from her employer, from the wife of her employer. She wished to make herself more beautiful. This desire in servants was not legal. He was not condemned to death, freedom awaited.

When he comes into a room, you give a little gasp, deep inside, far inside,' someone once said when trying to describe what it meant to love.

I had a desire to see something besides my own shores, if only to be content to return to them someday. If I wish to live in my native land and love her, it should not be out of ignorance.

To love someone is to catch your breath whenever he walks in the room.

Now I felt the long-forgotten urgency of lovemaking, when it seems one's human selves leave, to be replaced by hungry beasts bolting their food. Gone are the civilized beings who talk of manners and journeys and letters; in their places are two bodies straining to give birth to a burst of inhuman pleasure followed by a great, floating nothingness. An explosion of life followed by death - in this we live, and in this we foreshadow our own sweet deaths.

We are hungry, and we don't know for what. We want something, but we can't name it. The parish is taking good care of us, nourishing us with word and sacrament, just as the hospital made sure that Mrs. G was fed, nursed, and medicated. But we want something else, something more: we want to be touched, we want to be known as children of God.

If love was a choice, who would ever choose such exquisite pain?

Why doesn't Prin go and get her own goddamn blistering bloody shitty jelly doughnuts?

Who wants tea and sympathy? Let's have coffee and sex, Stacey, eh?

As a devout Baptist, she believed it was a sin to pray for anything for yourself. You ought to pray only for strength to bear whatever the Lord saw fit to send you, she thought. I was never able to follow this advice, for although I would often feel a sense of uneasiness over the tone of my prayers, I was the kind of person who prayed frantically-"Please, God, please, please, PLEASE let Ross MacVey like me better than Mavis.

Introduced by Barbara Sher in Wishcraft: How to Get What You Really Want, it's like

I don't know everything I feel, but I do know this. You mustn't ever want anyone but me, Big Science. If you look at any other girl I'll kill her.

Come gli manca uno sguardo così. Se non lo conosci vivacchi e non ti manca. Ma se una stronza ti ha posato addosso quelle ali lì, ti ha fatto sentire l'eroe di una sceneggiatura temeraria, rimani tutta la vita un mendicante che va in giro a cercare quelle palpebre che si aprono solo per guardarti e si chiudono per imprigionarti.

Non mi prendere mai sul serio quando ti dico di lasciarmi. Tienimi, ti prego, tienimi. Vieni quando ti pare, una volta al mese, una volta all'anno, ma tienimi...».