Quotes About Desire

He goes from one sensation to another — but no satisfaction.

Impossibility is attractive. You know, the safety of dead-ended things.

And Pip wanted to do good, if only for lack of better ambitions.

Noriu tikr? dalyk? arba nenoriu nieko.

Her life would have been easier if she hadn't loved him so much, but she couldn't help loving him. Just to look at him was to love him.

Like the old politburos, the new politburo styled itself as the enemy of the elite and the friend of the masses, dedicated to giving consumers what they wanted, but to Andreas (who, admittedly, had never learned how to want stuff) it seemed as if the Internet was governed more by fear: the fear of unpopularity and uncoolness, the fear

Aveva perso le tracce di ciò che voleva, e poiché una persona è ciò che vuole, si poteva dire che avesse perso le tracce di se stesso.

I'm a carnivore, a carnivore, a terrible disgusting carnivore.

Meeting a choice adolescent now was like smelling strawberries when you were hungry for a steak.

How, by the logic of addiction, could we not have proceeded to the needle and the vein?

It struck him that if he could have sex with this girl for one second he could face his parents confidently, and that if he could keep on having sex with this girl once every minute for as long as his parents were in town he could survive their entire visit.

She was a little bit in love with Tom, too, because she could afford to be, because she wasn't physically attracted to him - he was both older and 'safe'.

She was certainly hungry to sleep with someone; it was practically forever since she'd done it. But she liked Jason a little too much to think it was a good idea to sleep with him. What if she started liking him even more? Relationship pain and relationship horror seemed probable.

Sex with a squirrel who had exciting breasts beneath her little-kid pajamas was not without its appeal

He'd lost track of what he wanted, and since who a person was was what a person wanted, you could say that he'd lost track of himself.

he remembered how it would feel to be unmoved by the stores, unwanting of anything in them, and how much dimmer the lights

All of a sudden I became aware of how very hungry I was to construct and inhabit an imagined world.

It was so easy to blame the mother. Life a miserable contradiction, endless desire but limited supplies, your birth just a ticket to your death: why not blame the person who'd stuck you with a life? OK, maybe it was unfair. But your mother could always blame her own mother, who herself could blame the mother, and so on back to the Garden. People had been blaming the mother forever, and most of them, Andreas was pretty sure, had mothers less blameworthy than his.

Ever since he'd discovered a secret passageway out of self-alienation, in the form of giving himself pleasure while also receiving it, he'd increasingly resented any activity that took him away from it.

En general, la perspectiva del dolor, el dolor de la pérdida, de la ruptura, de la muerte, es la razón por la que resulta tan tentador eludir el amor y quedarse a salvo en el mundo del gustar

It was the prospect of another two or three or five years of sex in the ashes that made me think of death.

He could see the desired outcomes, the drowning at sea, the shotgun blast, the plunge from a height, so near to him still that he refused to believe he had lost the opportunity to avail himself of their relief.

There were a thousand things she wanted from life, and since few were available at home [...], she had forcibly channeled all her wanting into the numbered days, the mayfly lifetime, that the luxury cruise would last. For months the cruise had been her mind's safe parking space, the future that made her present bearable [...].

Things that were forbidden were often precisely what the heart most wanted. Things became more attractive because they were forbidden by some cruel or uncomprehending authority.