Quotes About Desire

Those who really desire to attain an independence, have only to set their minds upon it, and adopt the proper means, as they do in regard to any other object which they wish to accomplish, and the thing is easily done.

I continue to work with the materials I have, the materials I am made of. With feelings, beings, books, events, and battles, I am omnivorous. I would like to swallow the whole earth. I would like to drink the whole sea.

I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.

I want To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.

In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands....

Painting isn't an aesthetic operation; it's a form of magic designed as a mediator between this strange hostile world and us, a way of seizing the power by giving form to our terrors as well as our desires.

Nunca una clase conservadora, por simple odio a quien no la trituraba pudiendo hacerlo, ansió tanto la caída de un hombre».

Era una relación pecaminosa. Pinche ángel caído. Era un pecado: acostarse con el pasado. Los que cogen con el pasado mueren, envejecen. Se enamoran de los ayeres y se quedan ahí para siempre, tiesos, congelados, sin poder volver.

Cuanto más hago el amor más ganas tengo de hacer la revolución

It's the menace that everyone loves to hate but can't seem to live without.

jejune longing is the chewing gum of life.

MRS. HOLLINGSWORTH LIKES TO traipse. Her primary worry is thinning pubic hair, though this has not happened yet. She is bothered that a thought of this sort could occur to her at all, let alone with some frequency. She enjoys a solidarity with fruit. She is wistful for the era in which hatboxes proliferated, though a hatbox is not something even her grandmother may have owned.

we eat for our stomachs, but we hunger with our hearts.

He was everything I wasn't. He was a lot of what I wanted to be.

At first, I was grateful to be the object of such intense desire. Yet what's flattering in the first year can be suffocating in the eighth.

We do not have to go in search of passion. Instead we need to search for God, who plants the seed of passion in our hearts.

To bring something into the physical world requires focusing not on what we see, but on what we want to see.

Oh my, how the world still dearly loves a cage." —TESS LYNCH, WRITER, GENTLEWOMAN, AND ESSAYIST