Quotes About Desire

And you know how it is with things that mean a lot to you. They get heavy. They drive you crazy. They make life worth living, they make life unliveable, you can't stay, you can't go, there's not enough tequila in all of Mexico to straighten out your mind, years go by and nothing ever changes. This face is one that will make you weak forever.

But in the end, after the curtain dropped over these little dramas, they all seemed able to go back to their rooms and back to their lives, they all seemed to know that it was just a game, that it scuffed you up and wore you out a little, but that you would get on with it. Only I seemed to be left behind, crying and screaming about wanting more, wanting my money back, wanting some satisfaction, wanting to feel something. I was the only person going to a prostitute in search of true love.

It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.

My life has been one long longing.

But the book! The siren song of the book!

I studied you until I knew you, or at least, the public parts of you: your learning, your passion, the way your voice slows down when you answer a question. I studied your hands, and wondered how they'd touch me; your hair, and how it would smell. I wondered about that and about the rest of you I could not see. I wanted to know you. And I wanted you to know me. I wanted you to see me.

All the while he's been moving towards her, both stoat to rabbit and moth to flame. And she's staring at him, flame-bright and rabbit-scared, too brave to look away.

That wild animals have largely moved out of our view is of small note to many of us. We think, abstractly, that they live out there somewhere, browsing or flying or killing or doing whatever it is they do, and we think that we are keeping them among us by the sheer force of our desire, even as we consume, insatiably, the places where they live.

Anybody who doesn't want or need something is dead. And anyone who does need something can be hurt.

Women want to own a man, and that grows irksome.

Even a saint may take pleasure, in retrospect, in having been once desired

then First Lord of the Admiralty, stating that the government desired the expedition to go on.

They thought of home, naturally, but there was no burning desire to be in civilization for its own sake. Worsley recorded: "Waking on a fine morning I feel a great longing for the smell of dewy wet grass and flowers of a Spring morning in New Zealand or England. One has very few other longings for civilization—good bread and butter, Munich beer, Coromandel rock oysters, apple pie and Devonshire cream are pleasant reminiscences rather than longings.

In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

And this gray spirit yearning in desireTo follow knowledge like a sinking star,Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

He seems so near, and yet so far.

But what am I?An infant crying in the night:An infant crying for the light:And with no language but a cry.

Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.

And ah for a man to arise in me,That the man I am may cease to be!

Life is complex in its expression, involving more than percipience, namely desire, emotion, will, and feeling.

No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.

I can work with passion because it is creative, but not with lust, for it is destructive only.

For he did not realize that fear is simply suppressed desire, vivid signs of life, and that desire is the ultimate causative agent everywhere and always.

To be everywhere at once and to know everybody was, after all, but to slip the cables of the tiny, separate self, and experience the Whole. Hence the desire to be elsewhere and otherwise. Hence, too, the innate yearning to share experiences of all kinds with others.