Quotes About Desire

Some people, no matter what you give them, still want the moon. The bread, the salt, white meat and dark meat, still hungry. The marriage bed and the cradle, still empty arms. You give them land, their own earth under their feet, still they take to the roads. And water: dig them the deepest, still it's not deep enough to drink the moon from.

And we, frightened, bored, wanting only to sleep till catastrophe has raged, clashed, seethed and gone by without us, wanting then to awaken in quietude without remembrance of agony, we who in shamefaced private hope had looked to be plucked from fire and given a bliss we deserved for having imagined it, is it implied that we must protect this perversely weak animal, whose muzzle's nudgings suppose there is milk to be found in us? Must hold to our icy hearts a shivering God?

I felt that when I'd wished to die, I was being who I really was, sans interference from the world or from the priorities and hopes that had polluted me through other people's minor needs for me or from the books I read incessantly. It was like I'd found myself, and I was someone who had never had the things I really wanted, plainly never would, and whom no one would fully comprehend.

I felt as though my wish for death contained a kind of logic that I couldn't access with my usual overly protective thoughts. That, prior to then, I'd been a kind of actor or self-hypnotist, not just when I socialized with other people but when I even thought of other people, which, put together, constituted almost always. That my wish had been completely understanding because it knew me, unlike my friends.

When I started writing I was a sick teenaged fuck inside who partly thought I was the new Marquis de Sade, a body doomed to communicate with Satan who was us- ing my sickness as his home away from home, and there's your proof.

I want to love someone so selflessly that he would never even think about going away. I suppose that's what most people want. In fact, that's probably why we don't kill one another all the time. Everyone's just a little too lonely to risk it.

How cool would it have been to live back when the wind and birds and avalanches sounded like Black Sabbath, and killing gave people these huge fucking hard-ons?

Can you be more clear?" No. When I try, my beliefs or desires come out beautiful. They are beautiful to me, but I cannot understand them in that form.

What you are seeking, is seeking you.

He wanted to ask her what sound a heart made when it broke from pleasure, when just the sight of someone filled you the way food, blood, and air never could, when you felt as if you'd been born for only one moment and this, for whatever reason, was it.

This world can only give me reminders of what I don't have, can never have, didn't have for long enough.

and she was so simply his love, his girl, watching him approach as if she were memorizing him and his walk and those flowers and this moment, and he wanted to ask her what sound a heart made when it broke from pleasure, when just the sight of someone filled you the way food, blood, and air never could...

Herein lies the paradox: If you want more of whatever it is you desire, you have to first prove to the universe that you are capable of having it by developing a consciousness that affirms there is no shortage of it. The only way to do this is by creating a vacuum or space for it to be received, and the only way you can create a space for it to be received is by letting go of what you do have, trusting that the universe knows what it is doing. That's the law of circulation in action.

I wear two condoms all the time. Then when I make love, I take one off, and I feel like a wild man.

My desire to tell is stronger than my shame to deny.

People can become addicted to fame, money, and attention as deeply as they become addicted to drugs.

Unhappy poor people at least have the fantasy that money will make them happy; unhappy rich people don't even have that.

She couldn't put into words how desparately she wanted to know what had happened to Sarah. But she'd suddenly realized that Sarah was not the only one who had lost her memory of what happened when she was a little girl. Hundreds of thousands of people had lost their memories of what had happened to them ...

Do what you gotta do so you can do what you wanna do.

We do what we have to so we can do what we want to.

Beauty, Fame, Power and Wealth are all fickle and faithless. Like an unfaithful lover, they take you to the greatest heights of ecstasy; and then drop you from the cliff with everlasting agony. Never get swayed by their charms, my friend

Dans les affaires de cœur et émotions, malgré les meilleures intentions et de vastes océans de l'amour profond à l'intérieur, personne n'a encore été capable d'aimer quelqu'un comme tout le monde veut être aimé. Et que ya un aspect paradoxal intéressante de l'amour!

Ein Pferd symbolisiert fünf Attribute, die ein Mann ständig begehrt: Selbstvertrauen, Entschlossenheit, Stärke, Kraft und Stärke.

Muchos inventores a menudo desean en secreto que habían inventado los tejanos, debido a la belleza y la gracia junto con la comodidad y la simplicidad que los pantalones vaqueros se han creado en nuestro mundo.