Quotes About Desire

There is a solitude in this world I cannot pierce. I would die for it.

Perhaps we are hurtling our bodies towards the thing that will obliterate us, begging for love from the speeding passage of time...

Desire is a tricky thing, the boiling of the body's wants,

How good it is to love live things, even when what they've done is terrible, how much we each want to be the pure exonerated creature, to be turned loose into our own wide open without a single harness of sin to stop us.

making music like resurrection or haunting or just plain need.

How do you love? Like a fist. Like a knife.

the one who wants to love you, but often isn't good at even that, the one who doesn't want to be diminished by how much she wants to be yours.

L'impressione che mi resi conto di aver fatto sulla bella mi fece diventare, esattamente come lei desiderava, simile ad uno scemo

the students with their clear skin and shining eyes and inviting innocence, like a blank surface one wishes to scribble obscenities on.

What they love is love and being in love." They are in the grip of

We have produced a world of contented bodies and discontented minds.

even Michael, who never stopped trying to want what we wanted for him. How could he? We're not individuals. We're haunted by the living as well as the dead.

I don't know what most people mean when they use the word love. If they haven't contorted their lives around a hope sharp enough to bleed them empty, then I think they're just kidding. A

It had taken me a long time to see how strong this desire for an answer was. I had to train myself to notice how it arose, and how to put it aside. Because if all I did was scour what a person said to me each week for clues, I wouldn't do her much good. I had to give up my own need to cure if I was going to stand any chance of shepherding her toward acceptance of who she already was.

If only more people in life said, This is what I must have.

This feeling of being in proximity to something that's lost to you, it seems like my whole life right now.

He took a pull of beer and tried to think of one thing that North Korea could give him that would make his life better.

They're about a woman whose beauty is like a rare flower. There is a man who has a great love for her, a love he's been saving up for his entire life, and it doesn't matter that he must make a great journey to her, and it doesn't matter if their time together is brief, that afterward he might lose her, for she is the flower of his heart and nothing will keep him from her.

I have crushes on women all the time. I don't have intimate relationships with them, but I find women beautiful.

Why do we weep once we know that everything will be alright? We weep because the only way everything could ever be alright is in fiction. We weep because what we've seen can't be true, no matter how badly we wish it were. We weep at the truth.

Easy as a child breathes a wish at a dandelion...is exactly how hard it would be for me to tear your limbs from their sockets.

I love attention. I can't stand not having it. It just has to be the right kind.

The only reason I became the singer in the band is because I sang the best. It wasn't out of some desire to be a star or be a famous singer. It's not like I love interviews.

Wgryz? si? jak piekielny dym pod jej powieki I w g?owie utkwi? na wieki. B?d? jej my?li czyste przez ca?y dzie? brudzi? I w nocy j? ze snu budzi?.