Quotes About Desire

It was not so much that I longed for death as that I didn't long for life.

Sex] is only a mirage, floating in shimmering mockery before the bulging eyes of middle-aged men as they stumble with little whimpers toward the double bed, that somewhere there is a person that will evoke from them sensations of which they dimly dream they are capable.

Even in childhood I was mad about men in uniform.

It is universally agreed that men are neither heterosexual nor homosexual; they are just sexual.

The British do not expect happiness. I had the impression, all the time that I lived there, that they do not want to be happy; they want to be right.

Vice is its own reward.

They're going at it like a couple of fuck monkeys. Almost on the fade up, Louis cums.

Vos larmes sont douces et me touchent. Je vous abandonne parce que je ne songe plus à vos seins dans mes rêves. J'ai vu d'autres visages. Nos cœurs sont des affamés. Notre esprit ne connaît pas le repos. La vie est belle à proportion qu'elle est féroce, comme nos proies.

Forbidden pleasures alone are loved immoderately when lawful, they do not excite desire.

Men are not rich or poor according to what they possess but to what they desire. The only rich man is he that with content enjoys a competence.

The minute you begin to do what you really want to do, it's really a different kind of life.

What we learn from the story of Adam and Eve is simple. What we can have is never what we want. And when we can have what we wanted we want something else. It's human nature in a single luminous story. Our sin. Our fall. Our problem.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer made the observation that when lust takes control, "At this moment God . . . loses all reality. . . . Satan does not fill us with hatred of God, but with forgetfulness of God.

At this moment [of lust] God . . . loses all reality. . . . Satan does not fill us with hatred of God, but with forgetfulness of God" (Dietrich Bonhoeffer).

The mind controlled by lust has an infinite capacity for rationalization.

Love is lust made meaningful. Hope is hunger made human.

Answers are like opium: the more you imbibe, the more you need. Which is why the sober man finds solace in mystery.

I must be very selfish, she thought, for I want to set nothing and no one right; all I want is to be left in peace to make what I can of this problem called life for myself and my children.

Our modern Empire of Desire manufactures endless appetite while simultaneously denying that anything is objectively good, beautiful, or desirable. The result is not great yearning or passion, but acedia or sloth, a pervasive 'noonday demon.

Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?

Every time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it.

I almost hope it is a mouth that opens directly to hell, for of a certainty, we could use the heat.

Do you need anything before I go? I want you to return my wits, I long to say.

I'm so tired of being lonely,she thought. In so tired of never going out, of never being with a boy,off never having a boy care about me.