Quotes About Desire

Benim neye ihtiyac?m var, biliyor musunuz? Bana hep, ele geçiremeyeceÄŸim bir kad?n gerek. Ama "onu" ele geçiremediÄŸime göre, kad?na da ihtiyac?m yok demektir.

con un gesto apacible, un movimiento de la cabellera, un solo y lento destello de la mirada dominaba el espacio y permanecen tranquilas como en el centro de un ciclón, al parecer ignorantes de la propia fuerza de atracción, que arrastra hacia ellas de modo irresistible los anhelos y las almas tanto de hombre como mujeres.

se decidió contra el amor y a favor de la vida. Dadas las circunstancias, ésta solo era posible sin aquél, y si él hubiera exigido ambas cosas, no cabe duda que habría parecido sin tardanza.

Porque durante toda su vida no había hecho más que renunciar, pero nunca había poseído y perdido.

The odour of humans is always a fleshy odour — that is, a sinful odour.

Ben ne isem onun tam kar??t?n? içeren bir kad?na ihtiyac?m var.

Palpitava-lhe a extraordinária sensação de que esse aroma seria a chave para ordenar todos os aromas, que não entenderia nada de aromas se não se tivesse entendido esse; e ele Grenoiulle teria desperdiçado a vida se não conseguisse pegá-lo. Precisava tê-lo, não pela mera posse, mas para sossego do seu coração.

There was only one thing the perfume could not do. It could not turn him into a person who could love and be loved like everyone else.

Ka një fuqi bindëse aroma, e cila është më e madhe sesa fjalët, sesa pamja e jashtme, sesa ndjenja e dëshira. Fuqia bindëse e aromës nuk kundërshtohet dot, ajo futet brenda nesh ashtu si ajri në mushkëritë tona; ajo na mbush, na ngop plotësisht; kundër saj nuk ekziston asnjë mjet.

No era él quien perseguia la fragancia, sino la fragancia la que le había hecho prisionero y ahora le atraía irrevocablemente hacia sí.

What he coveted was the odor of certain human beings: that is, those rare humans who inspire love.

Das Unglück des Menschen rührt daher, daß er nicht still in seinem Zimmer bleiben will, dort, wo er hingehört. Sagt Pascal. Aber Pascal

Her zaman özlediÄŸi ÅŸey, insanlar?n kendisini sevmesi yani, ulaÅŸt??? anda dayan?lmaz bir ÅŸey olup ç?km??t?, çünkü o kendisi sevmiyordu insanlar?, onlardan nefret ediyordu. Birdenbire doyumu hiçbir zaman sevgide deÄŸil, nefrette bulmuÅŸ olduÄŸunu anlad?, nefrette ve kendinden nefret edilmesinde.

Des Menschen Duft an und für sich war ihm auch gleichgültich. Des Menschen Duft konnte er hinreichend gut mit Surrogaten imitieren. Was er begehrte, war der Duft gewisser Menschen: jener äußerst seltenen Menschen nämlich, die Liebe inspirieren. Diese waren seine Opfer.

People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.

Grenouille no longer wanted to go somewhere, but only to go away, away from human beings.

Man's misfortune stems from the fact that he does not want to stay in the room where he belongs.

What's powerful about a love scene is not seeing the act. It's seeing the passion, the need, the desire, the caring, the fear.

I'm looking for a trophy husband, myself," said Mandi. "Yeah, but she has trouble getting them to stay up on the mantle," I said.

The she-satyr viewed the entire universe with sex colored goggles, but

Love is bitter sweet never to be perfect but just what the body, heart, and mind aches for...and the lips oooh~ to die another day just to kiss the love it miss. My heaven, my hell, my pain, my love…my life! Killing me slowly….oooh~ so sweet and slowly with your kiss. To have loved than have never loved at all I would rather die so forever slowly.

Materialism, to some extent, requires that the consumer is not fully present or happy. In the moments of a spending frenzy you feel more alive so you spend, spend, spend in the pursuit of happiness. For a short period the acquisition of clothes, shoes, a house, a car, a new kitchen, anchors your life into some place of meaning.

The water boils over. I turn down the heat, carefully drop the noodles in, and watch the dry block soften and separate. What was once stiff and brittle comes unglued. The curls relax into waves as the noodles depart from one another. I sprinkle in the soup base, and the water browns. My mouth waters as I stir the noodles and wonder how in the world Trent Bedderman might get us some cash. Fast.

Why can't I write something that would awake the dead? That pursuit is what burns most deeply.