Quotes About Desire

Or else she stayed indoors and nursed a mood with which she was becoming too familiar for her own comfort and peace of mind. It was not despair; but it seemed to her as if life were passing by, leaving its promise broken and unfulfilled.

Now there was left with him, at least, a philosophic acquiescence to the existing order—only a desire to be permitted to exist, with now and then a little whiff of genuine life, such as he was breathing now.

I know I shall like it, like the feeling of freedom and independence.

Lo sentì agitarsi nella camera; ogni rumore indicava impazienza e irritazione. Una volta sarebbe rientrata, alla sua richiesta. Per abitudine, si sarebbe concessa al suo desiderio; non in senso di sottomissione o di obbedienza verso le sue richieste perentorie, ma senza pensarci, proprio come si cammina, ci si muove, ci si siede e ci si rialza, si sopporta insomma il tran tran quotidiano della vita che ci è stata assegnata.

Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long.

Why do you love him when you ought not to? Edna, with a motion or two, dragged herself on her knees before Mademoiselle Reisz, who took the glowing face between her two hands. Why? Because his hair is brown and grows away from his temples; because he opens and shuts his eyes, and his nose is a little out of drawing; because he has two lips and a square chin, and a little finger which he can't straighten from having played baseball too energetically in his youth.

that old unfulfilled craving became an obsession I couldn't escape, a black hole of raw grief I kept falling deeper into. 'Where are my children?' I felt their absence and loss as if they existed somewhere I couldn't reach, as if they were stuck forever on the other side of a membrane and I could never access them.

I had still wanted a baby - two, actually - and I still trusted the authenticity of my earlier yearning

Longing is not always a reciprocal thing.

Love!' said the princess. She stamped her foot. 'Why must everyone always speak of love?

But she couldn't help it. She did hope. She was hoping. She had been hoping all along.

And he told himself, reader, that it was the cloth that he desired and not the light.

I intended lilies, said the magician. but in the clutches of a desparate desire to do something extraordinary, I called down a greater magic and inadvertently caused you a profound harm. I will now try to undo what I have done.

If only I had wings, he thought, I could fly to her.

one did she want first, the small one or the big one. "The small one," said Gloria. I handed her the Littmus Lozenge and she moved it around in her hands, feeling it. "Candy?" she said.

Yes, sir, said Despereaux. He raised his voice. But...I broke the rules for good reasons. Because of music. And because of love.

I want things to be normal. I want a daughter who is happy. I want her to have friends who aren't squirrels. I don't want her to end up unloved and all alone in the world. But it doesn't matter, does it?

thoughts of food.

thought. "You want some macaroni

He had been so lonely, so desperately, hopelessly lonely for so long. He might very well spend the rest of his life in prison, alone. And he understood that what he wanted now was something much simpler, much more complicated than the magic he had performed. What he wanted was to turn to somebody and take hold of their hand and look up with them and marvel at the snow falling from the sky. "This," he wanted to say to someone he loved and who loved him in return. "This.

You learn to ride on the path and keep your eyes open so you can see what is there, not what you wish were there.... And then after all you might discover that what is there is what you wished for all along.

Sometimes, when you wished too hard for something, you paid a bitter price.

Can we ever see the truth when desire blinds us? Or do we call it the truth because it is what we wish to see?

Ilya, what do you want?" His smile vanished. When he contemplated his vision, his gaze narrowed until Tess could almost imagine it as a single beam, piercing to the heart of the universe, capable of vaporizing any object that stood in its path. "The world.