Quotes About Desire

What if fleshly entanglements were originally patterned on the erotic union of minds, and merely served as inevitable compensation born from despair?

La paura che nasce dal desiderio] scuote terribilmente ma non causa profonde ferite. Tormenta la nostra anima ma al tempo stesso la alimenta, la rinvigorisce. E' l'azione di una forza misteriosa che conferisce al cuore umano uno stato di passività e gli dona la capacità di elevarsi, per poterlo trascinare in un luogo segreto designato dagli Dei.

I'm convinced that the trouble with you is, you're horribly greedy. Greedy men are apt to seem miserable. Look, what more could you want than a day like this?" "Something definite. What it might be, I've no idea

He realized that as long as conscious desire is at work, it will permit distinctions to exist. But if one can suppress it, these distinctions dissolve and one can be as content with a skull as with anything else.

Tu sei come un torrente chiaro che scorre sulle rocce, io sono come il suo letto levigato, eroso dalla corrente. Solo se il torrente si asciuga il letto viene risparmiato ma, nonostante tutto, quest'ultimo non vuole inaridirsi e desidera ardentemente che le acque non cessino di scorrere e di consumarlo...

Tener segreto questo pensiero fu piacevole e allo stesso tempo triste. Quando sentivano di riuscire a volare insieme, spinti dalla potenza dell'amore, dovunque in quel cielo fino alla lontana riva opposta, l'idea di possedere le ali rendeva così reale le loro fantasie. purtroppo entrambi, credendo che solo l'altro avesse le ali, provarono un immenso sconforto perchè erano sicuri che un giorno o l'amato sarebbe volato via da solo".

Ella no puede penetrar los profundos sentimientos de una canción como ésta; ni ver a través del muro de sombras de mi naturaleza de hombre el anhelo que a veces me hace llorar. Muy bien: entonces, en lo que a mí concierne, no es sino un cuerpo más.

Los labios y los ojos de Sonoko resplandecían. Su belleza me deprimía y despertaba en mi una sensación de impotencia. Esa misma sensación es la causa de que Sonoko me pareciera aún más efímera.

Me siento responsable de la carne de esta mujer, pues me desgarra dulcemente como lo hacen otras cosas que son mías. Me estremece la dulzura de su presencia: cuando me sienta temblar se volcará como la hoja de un árbol sacudido por el viento y dejará que yo vea el lado vacío de sus ojos.

Claro está que vivir no es más que el caos de la existencia, y más aún: es el afán loco y erróneo de ir desmantelando instante a instante la existencia hasta ver restaurado el caos inicial..

Beauty is something that burns the hand when you touch it.

What I wanted was to die among strangers, untroubled, beneath a cloudless sky. And yet my desire differed from the sentiments of that ancient Greek who wanted to die under the brilliant sun. What I wanted was some natural, spontaneous suicide. I wanted a death like that of a fox, not yet well versed in cunning, that walks carelessly along a mountain path and is shot by a hunter because of its own stupidity…

Even if I'm being selfish, but I want you to only look at me.

If they're going to get policewomen to jump me... I wish they'd get sexier ones..

I want to create no matter what methods I have to use. And you want to steal no matter what methods you have to use. Given that which of us is the greater sinner?

I care about you more than anyone…but all you do is turn away from me." "You don't care about me, Krad. All you care about…is my form…the vessel that you need to manifest. Leave me be! I am not you!

Once upon a time…there lived a young artist. Many of the works that he created seemed to have the spark of life within them, and they captured the hearts of the people. One of those people was another young man…who was entranced by the artist's work. He wished to possess those works of art by any means possible. And in reality…their wishes were one and the same.

Have strength in yourself always .think and remember not just what you should do, but also what you want to do. (Ageha , Basara, Vol. 13)

Well, you're right. I'm a Freak." "Huh?" "I love being bullied. Being hit and kicked by others gets me totally excited. That's what kind of freak I am. Sorry if that bothers you.

See her? I was born to read her mind. I can get so close to her my breath is cool on her skin, & she'll be seven blocks away when a cry leaps into her throat & she knows I untied the money belt hidden under her velvet jacket.

Years ago you followed someone here, in love with breath kissing the nape of your neck, back when it was easy to be at least two places at once.

My doors enter from the sidestreet, my windows painted basement black, my mouth kisses the blues harp, my heart hides like notes locked in a cedar chest.

I'm turning you into a girl chasing a butterfly, a she-wolf on a hilltop, & then back into a woman.

Say something about real love. Yes, true love—more than parted lips, than parted legs in sorrow's darkroom of potash & blues. Let the brain stumble from its hidingplace, from its cell block, to the edge of oblivion to come to itself, sharp-tongued as a boar's grin in summer moss —Yusef Komunyakaa, from "Safe Subjects," Neon Venacular: New and Selected Poems (Wesleyan University Press, 1993)