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Quotes About Desire

I am so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
she wants to know if I love her, that's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
I hope you never love anything as much as I love you.
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
I hated the gnawing longing that accompanied having everything.
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
While we pursue happiness, we flee from contentment
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
Ze wil weten of ik van haar hou, dat is eigenlijk het enige wat de ene mens van de ander wil, het gaat niet om de liefde op zich, maar om het idee dat de liefde er is.
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
A Lutsk ti ho comprato dei libri, le disse Yankel chiudendo la porta a prima sera, chiudendo fuori il resto del mondo. Non possiamo permetterceli, ribatté lei afferrando la borsa pesante. Domani dovrò restituirli. Non possiamo permetterci neanche di non averli. Qual è la cosa che possiamo permetterci di meno: averli o non averli? A mio parere, perdiamo in ogni caso. Meglio perdere con i libri.
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
I found it, and now I can't look for it
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
Why is taste, the crudest of our senses, exempted from the ethical rules that govern our other senses? If you stop and think about it, it's crazy. Why doesn't a horny person have as strong a claim to raping an animal as a hungry one does to killing and eating it?
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
And she was in love.
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
How, after all, can one miss something one has never known?
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
The persistence of the story of animal consent into the contemporary era tells of a human appreciation of the stakes, and a desire to do the right thing.
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
That's not true, I said, not knowing what the next words out of my mouth would be, but wanting them to be mine, wanting, more than I'd ever wanted anything, to express the center of me and be understood.
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
Ze wil weten of ik van haar hou, dat is eigenlijk het enige wat de ene mens van de ander wil, het gaat niet om de liefde op zich, maar om het idee dat de liefde er is, zoiets als nieuwe batterijen in een zaklantaarn in de noodkist in de gangkast
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
Ik dacht, het is jammer dat we moeten leven, maar het is doodzonde dat we maar één leven krijgen, want als ik twee levens had gehad, had ik er eentje met haar doorgebracht. Dan was ik bij haar in de flat blijven wonen
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
Verlegenheid is als je je afkeert van iets wat je wilt. Schaamte is als je je afkeert van iets wat je niet wilt.
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
Che cosa ama di questo grattacielo? le ha chiesto Mr Black. Lei ha risposto: Se sapessi rispondere non sarebbe vero amore, giusto?
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
Maybe we're just missing things we've lost, or hoping for what we want to come.
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
Wat is er mis met dat verlangen en dat nodig hebben? Niets. En de gapende afstand tussen de plek waar je bent en je oorspronkelijke voorstelling hoeft niet per definitie mislukking in te houden. Teleurstelling hoeft niet teleurstellend te zijn. Het verlangen, het nodig hebben, de afstand, de teleurstelling: groeien, weten, toewijden, naast elkaar oud worden. Je kunt heel goed alleen leven, maar niet een leven lang.
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
Thinking about her is the next best thing!
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
The question of eating animals hits chords that resonate deeply with our sense of self—our memories, desires, and values. Those resonances are potentially controversial, potentially threatening, potentially inspiring, but always filled with meaning.
~ Jonathan Safran Foer
He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.
~ Jonathan Safran Foer