Quotes About Desire

Pre-baby I used to fantasize about winning the lottery, or becoming deliriously famous and rich. Now I fantasize about sleep. I fantasize about slumber the way guys fantasize about sex. Hours of it, days of it. Sleeping on the couch, on the bed, on the floor, wherever I can find a comfortable spot. It is almost illicit, so decadent and unimaginable, it now seems to sleep when I want, where I want, and for as long as I want.

My age makes him nervous and shamey, cause his eyes keep heading southwards and then back up, guilty. I can tell I can make his eyes swirl and that's just about all I want to do.

Just so you know, I fucking loved you. I fucking loved the daylights out of you.

Irgendetwas war falsch an dieser Vorstellung. So erregend sie war. Er machte daran herum, wie man mit der Zunge an den Zähnen herumtastet, wenn man glaubt, irgendwo könnte ein Loch sein.

People don't need yachts – they want yachts', in the words of a CEO of a top superyacht manufacturer.

It's still a mystery to me exactly how I learned the language. [But] I was 19 years old and I had very urgent things to tell girls.

Like Venice, Italy, this is a place of fleeting beauty. The knowledge that we won't be here long gives everyone an intense appetite for living.

Still, there is something disappearing from the world, something composed of many instances of tradition and skill, or maybe not disappearing, but translating. Maybe culture, like physical matter, doesn't disappear, but is subject to infinite play, and th e world is a vast workshop for making and remaking everything, including people, and the engine of play is desire…

Alexander was no longer so much the master of his lust, having been fawned upon by Fortune, whom mortal men too little distrust.

It wasn't that she couldn't do the work. She just didn't like doing it.

My father was against the death penalty, and that was hard in the Son of Sam summer when fear was driving the desire for the death penalty.

All history is just one man trying to take something away from another man, and usually it doesn't really belong to either of them.

She kissed me on my thin lips and all my words were pushed back into my mouth. "I don't want to die," she whispered, "but I need to lose the shackles of this multitude of hearts.

Scatology was strictly out, as nowhere in my psyche do I harbor the desire to shit on someone and even less do I have the inclination to be shat upon. And if I a a snob for not participating in films that involve sex with animals, then so be it; I am a snob.

That kind of love was a thing to be snatched up and crushed in the jaws of real life.

The urge is always with me to retouch yesterday's canvas with today's paintbrush and cover the things that fill me with regret

As Blake wrote in The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: "You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

Morphine is like a religious zealot on a mission; it searches for body parts to convert, offering milk-and-honeyed dreams to flow sluggishly through your veins.

have spent much time there, in this grand empty space between memory and desire, creating this cracked empire of sentences in which I now live.

Cela istorija je samo jedan ?ovek koji pokušava da nešto oduzme drugom ?oveku, a obi?no to jedno ne pripada nijednom od njih.

I used to have this Mercedes, a dark blue 450SLC, which was the most beautiful car. I'd like to have another unusual, beautiful car.

On Fire Island, you drifted, floated in a lazy river of other people's pheromones and bodily fluids, toward whatever house or cock or ass or what, whatever you wanted, that the current brought you to.

Alguien me dijo que hay una sola cosa que no pueden quitarte aquí... Tus sueños.

Competition exists to choose who gets the prize when the prize can't be shared.