Quotes About Desire

I guess all that's left is to love the fire.

Great sex is apocalyptic. There is no such thing as great sex unless you have an apocalyptic moment.

Mankind today is still making history without having any conscious idea of what it really wants or under what conditions it would stop being unhappy; in fact what it is doing seems to be making itself more unhappy and calling that unhappiness progress.

For two thousand years or more man has been subjected to a systematic effort to transform him into an ascetic animal. He remains a pleasure-seeking animal.

The human libido is essentially narcissistic, but it seeks a world to love as it loves itself.

Thus Freud's clinical analysis, corrected, points to the conclusion that Eros is fundamentally a desire for union (being one) with objects in the world.

If psychoanalysis is right, virtually the totality of what anthropologists call culture consists of sublimations.

A hungry dog hunts best. A hungrier dog hunts even better.

I'll never have enough time to paint all the pictures I'd like to.

In love and mating, ambience is central.

What the mind can conceive and believe, and the heart desire, you can achieve.

Imagination creates reality, and as desire is a part of imagination, the world we desire is more real than the world we passively accept.

the quest-romance is the search of the libido or desiring self for a fulfillment that will deliver it from the anxieties of reality.

Philosophy is really nostalgia, the desire to be at home.

Der Sinnenrausch ist zur Liebe, was der Schlaf zum Leben.

Bird misses everything at once. One thing makes her want all the others— lived or not, still she misses them. She misses lives she has never lived— days issued out of the future , hours that will never be.

Wanting so mostly rarely withstands the presence of the thing we want. Say why.

S]ince I became a woman, boys were gonna follow me around more often, 'cause they could follow the trail of stars that fall from between my legs after dark.

What I want and I wanted to be unforgettable.

You can't fuck somebody into loving you.

The wait is long, my dream of you does not end.

Permanence, I once copied down from a magazine, is what we all want when we can love and can be loved; change is what we want when we cannot.

There was nothing between the man and me - - nothing, not even liking. But because of the memory of some wholeness, or the hope of some regeneration, I would have dropped whatever I'd planned, just to go back to scratching around on his bed.

L'attesa lunga, il mio sogno di te non finito.