Quotes About Desire

The line of life is a ragged diagonal between duty and desire.

If you want your own way, God will let you have it. Hell is the enjoyment of one's own way forever.

A child can teach an adult three things: to be happy for no reason, to always be busy with something, and to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires.

There's no such thing as addiction, there's only things that you enjoy doing more than life.

Maybe I'll never be able to do what I hope to, but at least I have hope.

He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

My boy! Smoking is one of the greatest and cheapest enjoyments in life, and if you decide in advance not to smoke, i can only feel sorry for you.

Winning is the most important thing in my life, after breathing. Breathing first, winning next.

What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.

My main ambition in life is to be on the Devil's most wanted list.

A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.

Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough, You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.

No one has a perfect life. Everybody has something that he wishes was not the way it is.

I've always wanted to do right in life. But the wanting and the doing aren't quite the same thing.

There are three ingredients in the good life: learning, earning and yearning.

I haven't been everywhere, but it's on my list.

Whatever you want in life, other people are going to want it too. Believe in yourself enough to accept the idea that you have an equal right to it.

Freedom could take you farther from what you sought, not closer.

The storm comes on and you toss your cigar, stand there thinking about the invisible border and all the ceaseless hypotheses that amount to some psychotic religion Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and you drink your wine, hell, get the whole bottle, and it's still not doing it, and you still don't want to go inside to face Ã¢â'¬Â¦ anything.

Jonathan shuddered. There were birds in his head now, as if escaping from the empty feeders above their heads. Ghost birds. Fluttering around inside his skull, and he could not get them out. Yet still he went on, wanting to burst through the nettle and tall trees, find a copse and feel the sunlight on his face. It was getting colder and colder in the haunted mansion.

Here it came. There it was. How comfort led to overreach or to some half reveal of what should be hidden.

Windows plastered with advertisements for all the things we were supposed to want that were killing us.

Alcohol made it hard to tell a demon from a monster.