Quotes About Desire

Until two days ago what had driven him was the will to survive: deep, animal, full of rage—but always part of him had not cared at all whether he lived or died. Now he did care, and very deeply, and so for the first time in a long time he was afraid. To love life is, of course, a wonderful thing, but not on this day of all days.

Lidské srdce je malé, touží ale po velkých v?cech. Nesta?í ani zasytit psa, ale celý sv?t pro n?j není dost velký.

O coração do homem é minúsculo, mas aspira a coisas imensas. Não é suficientemente grande para o jantar de um cão, mas o mundo inteiro não é suficientemente grande para ele.

Change is hard. That's why propelling away from discomfort is easier than moving toward a fantasy goal.

The wish of all things is to continue to be what they are. --Spinoza

What you vividly imagine, ardently desire, sincerely believe and enthusiastically act upon must inevitably come to pass.

W-what...is that?" Veronique followed his gaze. "The one I serve. That is my god. The god of pain and desire." Holmes

It's all very well to say beauty is under the skin, or in the eye of the beholder, but no-one would say no to being prettier if they had the chance, so it is all rot.

All individual and social woes are born of passion for work.

This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But by what kept us from that perfect thing.

Is that a dream or a goal?

Radix omnium malorum est cupiditas.

Did I want a lawyer? Hell no, I didn't even want to be a lawyer.

Cops and firemen are, without doubt, the horniest bastards on the planet.

Eres tú flor carnal de mi jardin ideal.

They weren't exactly here and now. They were busy turning to some future, but what is the future when you are always feeding it money? Doesn't it get tiring to give so much away to a world that you'll never get to touch and see?

I was obsessed with being rich and famous.

But hold fast. Before you become too flushed at the prospect of starring nightly in your own private pornographic films, there are limitations.

Buy, buy, says the sign in the shop window; Why, why, says the junk in the yard.

Love and fuck in the same breath, even if it's your last.

Love and fuck in the same breath, even if it's your last.

I could only dimly articulate it then, but I think I believed that Art would give me entry into a no-man's-land where the laws of straight no longer applied. And that once I touched the soul of another artist, a comrade in arms, the bodies would fall into place like folds of a garment, twining us in a passion of the flesh. Pretty high-falutin', and an awful lot of effort just to get a man to go to bed with you.

That as long as I kept them apart, love would be sexless and sex loveless, endlessly repeating its cycle of self-denial and self-abuse.

So I told myself I would give it up, even prayed at night for it to be taken away, not knowing that 'it' was love.