Quotes About Desire

As cynic H. L. Mencken once pointed out, "The average man does not want to be free. He simply wants to be safe.

He'd been crazy about her for more years than he cared to admit. Unfortunately, he knew nothing would ever come of it, so he would have to settle for proximity and hope that like a mold or a fungus, he would eventually grow on her.

The reason I write about vampires is this: you take a zombie, it just attacks it prey. Vampires use seduction ....

In seeking after what the soul desires we become pilgrims with no home but the path the soul would have us follow.

Using high math and computations, he engineers them, with one goal in mind: to create the biggest crave. "People say, 'I crave chocolate,' " Moskowitz told me. "But why do we crave chocolate, or chips? And how do you get people to crave these and other foods?

This is not some big corporate plot to fatten up kids. This is what kids want. There are very few kids out there who will eat rice cakes and tofu.

Dry-humping, I believe it's called.

Have you ever heard of a poet named Cavafy?" I told him no. "A Greek poet. Gay, in fact. He wrote a poem about a young dissolute man who tires of his life and resolves to move to a new city and mend his ways. The poet's comment is that moving away is futile because, having ruined his life in one place, he has ruined it everywhere.

Because I feel like a fool," I said. "Falling for a straight guy. It's a fucking cliché." "Really, Henry? All you feel is foolish? Is that why you were about to throw away your sobriety?

There are many things in life that will catch your eye, but only a few will catch your heart. Pursue these.

We are acquisitive to the point of greed; ready to drop the bone we have for its reflection magnified in the mirror of the future.

If you can't fuck it... blow it up.

All I ever wanted was a world without maps.

I believe this. When we meet those we fall in love with, there is an aspect of our spirit that is historian, a bit of a pedant who reminisces or remembers a meeting when the other has passed by innocently…but all parts of the body must be ready for the other, all atoms must jump in one direction for desire to occur.

Don't we forgive everything of a lover? We forgive selfishness, desire, guile. As long as we are the motive for it.

This last night we tear into each other, as if to wound, as if to find the key to everything before morning.

A postcard. Neat handwriting fills the rectangle. Half my days I cannot bear to touch you. The rest of my time I feel like it doesn't matter if I will ever see you again. It isn't the morality, it's how much you can bear. No date. No name attached.

You mean that's your idea of desire, with all those commas?

DID YOU BECOME ADDICTED BECAUSE YOU FELT PAIN?' 'I wish I could say that, Doctor, but no,' says Burroughs. 'I became addicted because I wanted more.

Only occasionally can you glimpse through the embrasures of an otherwise perfectly polite person to see the cannons aimed out, only in a certain glint of light do the eyeteeth become fangs. We are driven by desire and fear. Only in our solitary hungers do we find ourselves capable of the most magnificently unexpected sins.

After all, I couldn't name my longing, and yet it was there, always driving me away from the place I stood.

No one in my family questions my desire, however inchoate or ineffable, because it's partly their desire too: this need to be self-sufficient and free at all costs.

That's the thing about needs. Sometimes when you get them met, you don't need them anymore.

People were always reaching for what they didn't have—fame or wealth, youth or love, some final victory or vengeance. They chased after the prizes that would sum up their lives, seeking to complete themselves. It was so easy to get caught up in the chase.