Quotes About Desire

Not only did I rediscover every experience of my life, I had to live each unfulfilled desire as well—as though they'd been fulfilled. I saw that what transpires in the mind is just as real as any flesh and blood occurrence. What had only been imagination in life, now became tangible, each fantasy a full reality. I lived them all—while, at the same time, standing to the side, a witness to their, often, intimate squalor. A witness cursed with total objectivity.

Really now, search your soul, lovie-is the vampire so bad? All he does is drink blood.

Siempre, a pesar de todo, había deseado encontrar a un semejante: hombre, mujer, niño, no importaba. Sin la incesante influencia de las masas, el sexo perdía rápidamente importancia. En cambio, la soledad seguía en primera línea.

He hungered for peace and there was no peace. Terror was his only food.

No snow or sleet. What about people who like snow? This wouldn't be heaven to them.

Miró hacia la biblioteca. Aquella sabiduría no calmaría nunca su fuego; siglos y siglos de palabras no podían satisfacer aquel deseo imperativo e irracional.

She doesn't have to even give me supper. Im not hungry anyway. Im full. (Dress of White Silk)

Adoro tu cuerpo -le dije-.Ni se te ocurra considerarlo otra cosa que no sea perfecto.

Well, why not? My dream woman has always been been unavailable to me. What difference does a mere three-quarters of a century make?

Ahora qué dices si me das tu mano, te llevaré donde he querido llevarte desde que te conocí y no es precisamente a mi cama, es a un sitio donde el placer se vuelve algo secundario y llenarnos de amor es la prioridad por la cual ambos velamos.

Why she hankered to be a teacher, I couldn't tell you. But she had chalk dust in her veins, and she deserved to get that certificate. It was only fair.

You were not cut out for a quiet life because you are honest to a fault. A man can want something to the point of indecency, he said, and when he attains his goal, it is ashes in his mouth and a bad conscience. The twentieth century did not look to be an age with any patience for the past.

The job of taste was to thin the insane torrent of human creativity down to manageable levels. But the job of appetite was never to be happy with taste.

Human history was the story of increasingly disoriented hunger.

The thing about music was that you never knew the shape of anyone's desire.

I remain one of those unreformable suckers who want to hear, just hear from time to time, even if the point of hearing has long since disappeared.

Love is the feedback cycle of longing, belonging, loss.

There are consolations that the strongest human love is powerless to give. (page 330)

And the goal of the game will be to figure out what the new and desperate world wants from you.

Now they need only learn what life wants from humans.

Something in those jittery black-and-golden scraps recalled her sight's desire. So it always went, with life and its paler imitations.

All that's left to sell up here is nostalgia, those recent yesterdays when tomorrow seemed the answer to everything a human might ever want.

What is it within us that gives us this need not just to satisfy basic biological wants, but to extend our wills over things, to objectify them, to make them ours, to manipulate them, to keep them at a psychic distance?

reporter once asked Rockefeller how much is enough. His answer: Just a little bit more. And that's all we want: to eat and sleep, to stay dry and be loved, and acquire just a little bit more.