Quotes About Desire

I wanted to swallow myself by opening my mouth inordinately and turning it around over my head so that it would take in my whole body, and then the Universe, until all that would remain of me would be a ball of eaten thing which little by little would be annihilated: that is my way of seeing the end of the world.

Divine departed as she would have desired, in a mixture of fantasy and sordidness.

It was therefore natural for me to imagine what his penis would be if he smeared it for my benefit with so fine a substance, with that precious cobweb, a tissue which I secretly called the veil of the palace.

It was a good thing that I raised egoistic masturbation to the dignity of a cult! I have only to begin the gesture and a kind of unclean and supernatural transposition displaces the truth. Everything within me turns worshipper. The external vision of the props of my desire isolates me, far from the world.

Divine departed as she would have desired, in a mixture of fantasy and sordidness. Divine is dead, is dead and buried . . . . . . is dead and buried.

All diese Ratschläge, die ich Dir gebe, sind vergeblich und töricht. Niemand wird sie befolgen können. Aber ich wollte nichts anderes als: Bei Gelegenheit Deiner Kunst ein Gedicht schreiben, dessen Inbrunst Dir in die Wangen steigt. Es handelte sich darum, Dich zu entflammen, nicht Dich zu lehren." -Genet (Der Seiltänzer)

Un mâle qui en baise un autre est un double mâle

Hij wilde snel bereiken wat voor hem weggelegd was, zodat de dood hem kon meenemen zonder dat hij ergens spijt van had.

I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.

I wanted to swallow myself by opening my mouth very wide and turning it over my head so that it would take in my whole body, and then the Universe, until all that would remain of me would be a ball of eaten thing which little by little would be annihilated: that is how I see the end of the world.

Ah those knock-out body fluids: blood, sperm, tears!

Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.

My heart to my mother, my cock to the whores, my head to the hangman.

on him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.

Ah ! c'était beau, je vous jure, cette fille comme un gros fruit, et ce sein aimable et chariteux, et ce tété goulu.

Si on pouvait seulement aller jusqu'au saule !

She listened; she heard the dull thumping of her blood which seemed to be tramping on her with a heavy heel.    She passed her left hand across the night to feel the man's firm wrist, which was against her right hand. It was all knotted like a gnarled branch. It filled her left hand with warm flesh which was supple and finely nerved.    "I can't explain....They all have their women. Such a passion has seized the earth...such a passion!" 

Une fois de plus, ma soeur m'a empêchée d'aller où je voulais.

It is the size of the characters' desires that helps to make a sad story a tragedy.

The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.

Take from the philosopher the pleasure of being heard and his desire for knowledge ceases.

Slaves lose everything in their chains, even the desire of escaping from them.

Our will is always for our own good, but we do not always see what that is.

You don't seem to realize that a poor person who is unhappy is in a better position than a rich person who is unhappy. Because the poor person has hope. He thinks money would help.