Quotes About Desire

Let every emotion be capable of becoming an intoxication to you. If what you eat fails to make you drunk, it is because you are not hungry enough.

From the satisfaction of desire there may arise, accompanying joy and as it were sheltering behind it, something not unlike despair.

The thing I am most aware of is my limits. And this is natural; for I never, or almost never, occupy the middle of my cage; my whole being surges toward the bars.

C'était seulement quand elle pouvait être à d'autres que je souhaitais l'avoir à moi,

Neužtenka priimti žmones tokius, kokie jie yra; reikia nor?ti, kad jie tokie b?t?, - štai kur slypi tikroji meil?.

Vyrui turite kai k? leisti, nuduoti, jog jis jus labai domina, o paskui netik?tai "visk? užbaigti" ir ryžtingai jam uždrausti tai, k? jis dar vakar laik? iškovotu dalyku. Kontrastinis dušas - gana atšiauru, bet po juo ir meil?, ir geismas auga it ant mieli?.

Gerçekten a??k bir kad?n?n ki?ili?i yoktur, hiçbir zaman; bir ki?ili?i oldu?unu söyler, kendini buna inand?rmaya çal???r, ama do?ru de?ildir. hay?r, sevdi?i adam?n kendisinde bulmak istedi?i kad?n? anlamaya, o kad?n olmaya çal???r.' (Isabelle)

Sí, odio todo esto, todo eso, todo. Y lo odio porque lucho por conseguirlo, unas veces puedo vencer, otras no. Por eso lo odio, porque lucho por su compañía. Lo odio porque odiar es querer y aprender a amar. ¿Me entienden? Lo odio, porque no he aprendido a amar, y necesito de eso. Por eso, odio a todo el mundo, no dejo de odiar a nadie, a nada... a nada, a nadie, ¡sin excepción!.

Odiar es querer sin amar. Querer es luchar por aquello que se desea y odiar es no poder alcanzar por lo que se lucha. Amar es desear todo, luchar por todo, y aún así, seguir con el heroísmo de continuar amando.

Todo es tuyo. A todo tienes derecho y cóbralo caro.

El sexo es el acto de las tinieblas y el enamoramiento la reunión de los tormentos

I keep begging myself to stop, and I keep playing, and this gap, this contradiction between what I want to do and what I actually do, feels like the core of my life

And that's what I wanted: obliteration. Decimation. Just an instant smear of me right out of all this rising and falling and nothing changing that feels like living.

The friendship of two young people,' says Goethe somewhere, 'is delightful when the girl likes to learn and the boy to teach.' It will perhaps be said that this virgin curiosity is no more than unconscious physical desire; but what does it matter, if this desire sharpens the mind and deadens conceit?

He loved books as other men love women, or opium, or tobacco: they were as a soothing drug to make him forget life.

TotuÈ™i, asta e viaÈ›a: ceea ce ne dorim din tot sufletul se întâmpl? adesea sub forma de care ne temem cel mai mult.

All that counts in life is intention.

Peyton had been considering little else since leaving Winchester. He hated the thought of his arrangement with Carrie ending. He couldn't imagine her going off on her own, unprotected and vulnerable. What's more, the idea of another man holding Carrie in his arms, kissing her … Peyton felt a vein begin to throb in his neck. Unacceptable!

When the line of incoming guests ended, Peyton put his arm around Carrie's waist. She looked enchanting tonight with her reddish-brown tresses pulled back off her face save for the ringlets that brushed against her bare shoulders. Her skin glowed with softness, and Peyton longed to kiss his way down her neck and across her collarbone.

The body is ninety percent water, ninety percent thirst. I have been searching for a mineral that drowns want.

Lui la guarda da pochi centimetri alla luce del mattino: con gli occhi chiusi, i capelli confusi dalla notte e dalle danze, l'aspetto di donna e di ragazzina. Gli sembra che i suoi lineamenti e le sue forme corrispondano con perfetta naturalezza a qualunque sogno abbia mai coltivato, colmino qualunque vuoto abbia mai provato.

Gli ho chiesto come andava con Laurie; lui ha detto "Ci facciamo del male in ogni modo possibile, e non appena uno dei due accenna ad andarsene l'altro gli corre dietro come un povero masochista, non c'è verso che la cosa si risolva.

The will to domination is a ravenous beast. There are never enough warm bodies to satiate its monstrous hunger. Once alive, this beast grows and grows, feeding on all the life around it, scouring the earth to find new sources of nourishment. This beast lives in each man who battens on female servitude.

It was 2:00 p.m., too early for wine but not for chocolate.