Quotes About Desire

She wants to paint the living room yellow. I have not the words.

And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle; it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.

He suddenly recalled from Plato's Symposium: People were hermaphrodites until God split then in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.

Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo Fear of falling No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.

Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.

Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.

A person who longs to leave the place where he lives is an unhappy person.

He suddenly recalled from Plato's Symposium: People were hermaphrodites until God split then in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.

She had an overwhelming desire to tell him, like the most banal of women. Don't let me go, hold me tight, make me your plaything, your slave, be strong! But they were words she could not say. The only thing she said when he released her from his embrace was, "You don't know how happy I am to be with you." That was the most her reserved nature allowed her to express.

And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle; it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.

The goals we pursue are always veiled. A girl who longs for marriage longs for something she knows nothing about. The boy who hankers after fame has no idea what fame is. The thing that gives our every move its meaning is always totally unknown to us.

At firs,money is like the wish-fulfilling Gem Later,it becomes indispensable In the end;you feel like a penniless beggar These are my thoughts and feelings on money So I renounced both wealth and goods

It was always just a question of time, and time meant so much to us, who were so anxious to get away, and so little to them.

If I could get any animal it would be a dolphin. I want one so bad. Me and my mom went swimming with dolphins and I was like, 'How do we get one of those?' and she was like, 'You can't get a dolphin. What are you gonna do, like, put it in your pool?'

At the age of 16 I was already dreaming of having a baby because I felt myself to be an adult, but my mum forbid it. Right now, I feel like a teenager and I want to have fun for one or two more years before starting a family.

Wherever it left us, we were barely learning to live with it when here came Flannery O'Connor and Hank Williams to tell us that no one has ever been loved the way everybody wants to be loved, and that's hard. That's hard. --last stanza of How Step by Step We Have Come to Understand

He had hardly ever allowed himself the things that really gave him pleasure. Tradition and obligation had tyrannized over all his hours.

Vampire fans read the vampire not as death but as possibility

Love creates lovers, not lovers love.

Money can't buy you happiness, but it helps you look for it in a lot more places.

The real issue is not talent as an independent element, but talent in relationship to will, desire, and persistence. Talent without these things vanishes and even modest talent with those characteristics grows.

Mas as palavras parecem esperar a morte e o esquecimento; permanecem soterradas, petrificadas, em estado latente, para depois, em lenta combustão, acenderam em nós o desejo de contar passagens que o tempo dissipou. E o tempo, que nos faz esquecer, também é cúmplice delas. Só o tempo transforma nossos sentimentos em palavras mais verdadeiras (...)".

Alguns dos nossos desejos só se cumprem no outro, os pesadelos pertencem a nós mesmos.

Louca para ser livre'. Palavras mortas. Ninguém se liberta só com palavras.