Quotes About Desire

Like pornography, junk [food] might be tough to define but you know it when you see it.

I know I could love you because at the end of the night I do not want to sleep and risk not meeting you in dreams. Open-eyed, I lie in bed and pretend to see you step toward me to end what has become too quiet, too dark, ever after dawn. from "I Know I Could Love You

Sex is the glue of relationships, Caitlin, and it's what life is all about. It's the opposite of death, of giving up, of getting swamped by... What's out there. See it as symbolic.

Though there's something more tender, beneath our vanity, our will to become objects of desire: we sweat the mark of our presence onto the cloth.

you need to both remember where love leads and love anyway; you can both see the end of desire and be consumed by it all at once.

I didn't judge; it was as if that were part of my purpose: I wanted to know the men who moved through my nights like passing comets, wanted them to feel the pleasure of being known.

Desire I think has less to do with possession than with participation

Why wouldn't someone want to win? It's really not a question of what someone wants, because I believe that all traders want to win. Yet, there are often conflicts about winning. Sometimes these conflicts are so powerful that we find our behavior is in direct conflict with what we want. These conflicts could stem from religious upbringing, work ethic or certain types of childhood trauma.

Ultimately, for this process to work, you must choose consistency over every other reason or justification you have for trading. If all of these ingredients are sufficiently present, then regardless of the internal obstacles you find yourself up against, what you desire will eventually prevail.

If my words don't flow out of a heart that rests in God's control, sovereignty, then they come out of the heart that seeks control so I can get what I want.

On Wednesday, July 19, the Council, having gleaned and discerned, released its official verdict: the fall of the tile bearing the letter "Z" constitutes the terrestrial manifestation of an empyrean Nollopian desire, that desire most surely being that the letter "Z" should be utterly excised--fully extirpated--absolutively heave-ho'ed from our communal vocabulary!

Bad things happen fast: The brakes give out; the stroller goes bouncing down the steps; the lump of gristle sticks in your throat (and sticks). Good things are all about progress: effort, expectation, and desire, and something evermore about to be, as the poet says.

Anyone who has ever fallen hard will understand. The magic of those early days, when you are consumed by each other, when your whole body thrums in the presence of this new significant other and aches when you're apart. ~Here To Stay, Mark Edwards

Anxiety and desire are two, often conflicting, orientations to the unknown. Both are tilted toward the future. Desire implies a willingness, or a need, to engage this unknown, while anxiety suggests a fear of it. Desire takes one out of oneself, into the possibility or relationship, but it also takes one deeper into oneself. Anxiety turns one back on oneself, but only onto the self that is already known.

Meditation did not relieve me of my anxiety so much as flesh it out. It took my anxious response to the world, about which I felt a lot of confusion and shame, and let me understand it more completely. Perhaps the best way to phrase it is to say that meditation showed me that the other side of anxiety is desire. They exist in relationship to each other, not independently.

To free desire from the tendency to cling, we have to be willing to stumble over ourselves.

If this is a dream, I'm begging you, don't ever let them wake me.

A wise man once told me that mystery is the most essential ingredient of life, for the following reason: mystery creates wonder, which leads to curiosity, which in turn provides the ground for our desire to understand who and what we truly are.

doma touží po moci a v zahrani?í po uznání.

two cool kids, a Range Rover, a big home, a drop-dead gorgeous wife who consented to sex twice a month (an unheard-of frequency during his premarital existence—computer geeks at MIT don't get much sex, as another general rule), fame, fortune, respect, manhood, and maybe even love.

Thirty bucks a share makes me a billionaire—and that's the ticket to happiness! A billion dollars buys me everything I ever wanted! … Maybe even love … Yeah, Lou, geeks need love, too.

if he could take Elizabeth Brice to orgasm just once—just freaking once!—her indifferent attitude toward him would instantly morph into extreme love.

But I said that you could still want something that is very unlikely to happen.

Too often, what we want is the stuff of God. We want protection. We want his provision. We want to be defended when we're dishonored. We want to be helped when we serve. We want what God can bring us, but do we really want him?