Quotes About Desire

Will you throw me to the ground like you mean it

I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.

his skin barely keeping him inside. I wanted to take him home

We've been driving all night. We've been driving a long time. We want to stop. We can't.

The blond boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwater because he is trying to kill you, and you deserve it, you do, and you know this, and you are ready to die in this swimming pool because you wanted to touch his hands and lips and this means your life is over anyway. You're in the eighth grade. You know these things.

we're shooting the scene where i swallow your heart and you make me spit it up again. i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth. you swallow my heart and flee, but i want it back now, baby. i want it back.

Men are usually trying to get into my bed, not out of it.

Opera has always been my chief emotional release. Along with sex, of course.

I loathe safe sex. Safe sex is to erotic communion what the Salisbury steak in a restaurant on the New Jersey Turnpike is to food. I do it because it's what there is, but I don't want to think about it any more that I have to.

We feel dissatisfaction because we have a nagging sense that somehow, somewhere, we've lost something. This is because we really have lost something.

La vie humaine est limitée, mais je voudrais vivre éternellement – Human life is limited but I would like to live forever. - Yukio Mishima

We toil after goals, most of them—indeed every single one of them—of transitory significance and, having gained one of them, we immediately set forth for the next, as if that one had never been, with this next one being essentially more of the same. Look at a busy street any day, and observe the throng going hither and thither. To what? Some office or shop, where the same things will be done today as were done yesterday, and are done now so they may be repeated tomorrow…

Somewhere out there is someone who wants exactly the kind of person you are, complete with all the flaws and failings you come with.

I was a ghost, a skeletal frame of bones and sweat, a distraction for a night, barely something to cling to in the dark, a blank canvas on which to project whoever it was that they actually desired… I was a way station, a stopping-off point, to fill up and get off and move on.

People want to hear about the extremes of human nature. They want things that are larger than their own lives, and more romantic, and not necessarily of their own experiences.

I understood then that when you miss a thing it leaves a hole that only the thing you miss can fill.

To paraphrase an old teaching, I'm learning to want nothing but to desire everything and to choose what appears. Life is easier that way, more graceful and I AM glittery—but from the inside out.

Unicamente los hombres fuertes conocen el amor, solamente el amor incluye la belleza, solamente la belleza produce el arte. El amor de los débiles entre sí no puede producir sino la satisfacción de sus apetencias lujuriosas.

Ist der Mensch, der nach dem Gott sich sehnt, nicht vernichtet?

It is always a matter, my darling, Of life or death, as I had forgotten. I wish What I wished you before, but harder.

I die of thirst here at the fountainside.

This heresy is that God made some men to desire other men and women to desire other women as sexual partners.  From this heresy has spawned a greater lie, that some of us are born in the wrong body or otherwise we would not desire people of the same sex.  It is the lie of gender identification.

I didn't know I was really alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for 'em...

Anything seemed possible, likely, feasible, because I wanted everything to be possible... Because I had no power to make things happen outside of me in the objective world, I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak, I endowed it with unlimited potentialities, redeemed it for the sake of my own hungry and cloudy yearning.