Quotes About Desire

Insgeheim wächst in jeder blinden, kopflosen Verliebtheit der Hass auf den Geliebten, der den einzigen Schlüssel zum Glück besitzt.

Deep inside I know that trying to figure things out leads to blindness, that the desire to understand has a built-in brutality that erases what you seek to comprehend. Only experience is sensitive. But maybe I'm both weak and brutal.

Love arises when you have a surplus; it disappears when you're reduced to the basic instincts: hunger, sleep, the need for security.

deep inside I know that trying to figure things out leads to blindness, that the desire to understand has a built-in brutality that erases what you seek to comprehend. Only experience is sensitive.

To multiply the years and divide by the desire to live is a kind of false accounting.

The difference maybe between the living and the dead: the living often want to be numb, the dead never do ...

When her mouth found mine I disassembled. Not exploded like a bomb or anything, but came apart. A few pieces at a time. They floated away, went into a kind of orbit. A splintering galaxy. An extravagant slow motion annihilation. The only center was her mouth, her hair. It was her. A reconstitution around the core of her.

felt bad but couldn't help myself. It was Jasper, not just. It was all of it. Was this hell? To love like this, to grieve from fifteen feet, an uncrossable distance?

The difference maybe between the living and the dead: the living often want to be numb the dead never do, if they never want anything.

What I'd noticed was that here, in the windshadow of the mountain, it often smelled like rain. It might be raining up on the ridge, I might see the veils and rags of rain hanging down out of the scudding clouds, I might see shrouds of rain hauled over the country the way a fishing boat might drag a net, but—no rain here. A spatter, maybe, then nothing. Willy told me when I first moved in that it was like living in a strip bar. So close, looks so good and you never get laid.

He would have given his own life gladly to hear her sing to him one more time.

We made love again. This time it was me who asked. Lying there again, on the bed, this time with heat, almost an oven heat, coming through the screen, and sweat instead of tears, I wondered how simple we really are. That we can do the same things again and again and again and find them interesting, even fascinating and seek the repetition with a hunger as avid. How fishing was like that, and painting.

I concede to my atheist opponents that belief or unbelief is a choice. As a choice, it is based upon desire. I desire, and therefore choose to believe in, one kind of universe, one that has laws and purpose with justice woven into its very fabric. The unbeliever desires, and therefore chooses to believe in, a chaotic universe where the dead remain dead and actions have no effect beyond their immediately observable consequences.

They believe the "Bible to be God's written revelation to his people," and that "it records in human words what God desires." Their

Success isn't about wanting what you don't have, it's wanting what you do have.

Curiosity is an impure thought

When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bike. Then I realised that The Lord doesn't work that way, so I stole one and asked Him to forgive me.

is amazing how many people, if granted just one wish, would ask for "world peace". If it is such a common desire, why has it not happened? Is it because we can't visualize what is required for it to occur? Or because we cannot imagine what such a world would look like? Is it that we just don't recognize the major impediments, or is it because those impediments are a part of our long-standing, indoctrinated belief systems and therefore too difficult for

America does not know the difference between money and sex. It treats sex like money because it treats sex as a medium of exchange, and it treats money like sex because it expects its money to get pregnant and reproduce.

Everything smaller than Heaven bores us because only Heaven is bigger than our hearts.

When the woman saw that the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eyes, and that it was desirable for obtaining wisdom, she took the fruit and ate it. She also gave some to her husband who was with her, and he ate it.

To the woman He said: “I will sharply increase your pain in childbirth; in pain you will bring forth children. Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you.”

the sons of God saw that the daughters of men were beautiful, and they took as wives whomever they chose.

But Sarai was barren; she had no children.