Quotes About Desire

Amor que incendia el corazón de los orangutanes, de los bomberos. Amor que exalta el canto de las ranas bajo las ramas, que arranca los botones de los botines, que se alimenta de encelo y ensalada.

Me cremas,te edenizo.

una libélula de médula una oruga lúbrica desnuda sólo nutrida de frotes un chupochupo súcubo molusco que gota a gota agota boca a boca la mucho mucho gozo la muy total sofoco

Noches en las que desearíamos que nos pasaran la mano por el lomo, y en las que súbitamente se comprende que no hay ternura comparable a la de acariciar algo que duerme

No me agrada esta calma, este silencio muerto, sin carne, puro hueso.

No me es posible ni tan siquiera imaginar que pueda hacerse el amor más que volando.

This scenario, after all, was what he had always yearned for: immense popularity in a republican country, with no responsibility to go with

Desire for vision: Faith. Desire for possession: Hope. Desire for love: Charity. By expectation, God increases desire. By desire, he empties out souls. In emptying them out, he makes them more capable of receiving him. Augustine of Hippo Commentary on the First Epistle of St John, 4,6

Love is based on imagination.

Les secrets rendent le désir encore plus fou.

The fifth kind of Zen, Saijojo Zen (Supreme Vehicle Zen), can also be called Nyorai Shojo Zen. Master Shumitsu said that it is training through which one has a sudden realization that one's mind is originally pure, that from the beginning there is no suffering which arises from our attachment to desire.

As long as you are conscious of your wish to be empty, you will never succeed in becoming empty.

But when we break through that delusion, the illusion caused by selfish desires and doubt, and come into contact with the Absolute for a fraction of a second, we realize our original True Self. This experience is called satori or kensho.12 In short, this is awakening to one's True Self. It may be said that the aim of Zen is to have that kind of experience.

because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars

This night of no moonThere is no way to meet him.I rise in longing—My breast pounds, a leaping flame,My heart is consumed in fire.

Though we knew each other without overlapping our clothes, still, with this autumn wind's sound, I find myself waiting for you.

When my desire grows too fierce I wear my bed clothes inside out, dark as the night's rough husk.

Undisturbed, my garden fills with summer growth— how I wish for one who would push the deep grass aside.

My longing for you— Too strong to keep within bounds. At least no one can blame me When I go to you at night Along the road of dreams.

Otkako sam u snu vidjela ?ovjeka kojega ljubim, otada sam po?ela voljeti svoje snove.

I long for him most during these hot moonless nights. I lie awake, hot, the growing fires of passion bursting, blazing in my heart.

Did you come to me because I dropped off to sleep, tormented by love? If I had known I dreamed, I would not have awakened.

Now, don't get me wrong, I like men in all shapes and sizes, but let's be honest. There is a direct correlation between the size of the man and the dampness along the seam of my jeans. And this one is producing some serious humidity in my southern hemisphere.

I don't want anyone who doesn't want me.