Quotes About Desire

When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.

The love of wealth is therefore to be traced, as either a principal or accessory motive, at the bottom of all that the Americans do; this gives to all their passions a sort of family likeness.

It was enough to know that once they reached his place, she was his for another night. Every inch of his body liked that idea—especially certain inches that were definitely making their demands known right now. If he spent much more time in Lena's company, he was going to have to buy looser jeans to keep from causing permanent damage to himself. He'd love to see the expression on her face if he were to tell her that one. Maybe he would later, just to hear her laugh.

She'd skipped one of the most important parts. Or did she not remember their kiss? That would really piss him off, because every time he thought about it, he got hard all over again. He was about to call her on it, when he noticed how flushed her cheeks were. She remembered all right; she just didn't want to talk about it.

Hombre pequeñito que jaula me das. Digo pequeñito porque no me entiendes, ni me entenderás. Tampoco te entiendo, pero mientras tanto ábreme la jaula que quiero escapar. Hombre pequeñito, te amé media hora, no me pidas más.

Un día habré dormido con un sueño tan largo que ni tus besos puedan avivar el letargo. Un día estaré sola, como está la montaña entre el largo desierto y la mar que la baña.

Ah, me resisto, mas me tienes toda, tú, que nunca serás del todo mío.

Estás circulando por mis venas. Yo te siento deslizar pausadamente. Apoyo los dedos en las arterias de las sienes, del cuello, de los puños, para palparte.

En una columna me apoyo, y te sueño. Mi mejilla, en contacto con el frío mármol, hiela mi corazón. Gruesas lágrimas caen de mis ojos. Soy feliz, pero lloro.

Cómo decir este deseo de alma? Un deseo divino me devora; pretendo hablar, pero se rompe y llora esto que llevo adentro y no se calma.

Qué mundos tengo dentro del alma que ha tiempo vengo pidiendo medios para volar?

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this, To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.

"Become corrupt, corrupt, and you will cease to suffer!" This has been the cry of all cities to man...

The fumes of wine fermented in my head; it was one of those moments of intoxication when all that ones sees and hears, speaks to one of the adored.... One would willingly embrace all who smile, and one feels that he is brother of all who live.

Do Not Trifle with Love.

life is a deep sleep of which love is the dream

What I need is a woman who is something, anything: either very beautiful or very kind or in the last resort very wicked; very witty or very stupid, but something.

I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them

Look at the sun! It's dry, it's dead, it needs a drink, it wants blood! And I'll give it blood!

Your name, merely your name, floods my brain to a point of sweet disgust.

el beso es el contacto de dos epidermis y la fusion de dos fantasias...

My heart, still full of her, traveled over her face, and found her there no more... I had thought to myself that a woman unknown had adopted by chance that voice and those eyes and I let the chilly statue pass looking athe skies

Perfection does not exist. To understand it is the triumph of human intelligence; the desire to possess it is the most dangerous kind of madness.

La perfection n'existe pas ; la comprendre est le triomphe de l'intelligence humaine ; la désirer pour la posséder est la plus dangereuse des folies. P 29