Quotes About Desire

poor and poverty-stricken persons desire wealth; animals desire speech; ordinary persons are obsessed with the idea of going to heaven; God men and hermits only seek relinquishment.

About women, Chanakya says that, as compared to men, their diet is twice as much, modesty is four times, courage is six times and desire for sex is eight times.

Votre désir sera toujours plus fort que votre intelligence et votre instinctive prudence. Vous êtes une enfant gâtée qui n'hésite pas à prendre le jouet d'une autre même si, une fois en votre possession, le jouet vous semble moins beau. Vous voulez tout, Léa, et tout de suite

Happiness is not having what you want, but wanting what you have.

We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us

Memory chooses to preserve what desire cannot hope to sustain.

Now, please don't tell me you don't care about how you look and that there's more to you than your appearance. There are two kinds of people in this world : people who want to be desired, and people who want to be desired so much that they pretend they don't.

Sex, like art, can unsettle a soul, can grind a heart in a mortar. Sex, like literature, can sneak the other within one's wall, even if for only a moment, a moment before one immures oneself again.

One reason we desire explanations is that they separate us and make us feel safe.

Passion was the antithesis of morality.

Hope, the great deceiver, seduced her that morning.

Later, much later, as an adult woman, she wrote of her need to be loved, to be desired, as a ravenous monster with an exigent appetite living in a black hole within. Whatever love was thrown her way, the monster devoured it and left her with nothing.

I was always alone, Doc, solitary whether I wished to be or not, ever since I could remember I wished to be lost in another, thought that somehow I could disappear into that heart of yours, take walks within your veins, wander through the bones of you. You had friends, Satan said, you loved and were loved, you must not forget that, at least not that. But did I allow anyone in, I asked Satan, and he said, Did you, does anyone?

There are two kinds of people in this world: people who want to be desired, and people who want to be desired so much that they pretend they don't.

Perfect name, the waiting room, waiting, waiting we were waiting, wait with me, Doc, wait and hope was the motto of Edmond Dantès, the Count of Monte Cristo, and did you know that the Spanish word for waiting and hoping is the same, so why couldn't we call this the hoping room, or would that be too depressing, why introduce our desires into the mix, who wants to be reminded of his longing?

My heart had momentarily found its pestle.

Had I known that coffee could taste so good, I would have gotten drunk on it every day.

Joseph Roth ends Flight Without End with the sentence: "No one in the whole world was as superfluous as he." I beg to differ. No one in the whole world is as superfluous as I. Not Franz Tunda, Roth's protagonist, no. I am the one who has no occupation, no desire, no hope, no ambition, not even any self-love.

There are two types of people in this world: people who want to be desired, and people who want to be desired so much that they pretend they don't.

I had dreams, and they were not about ending up a speck. I didn't dream of becoming a star, but I thought I might have a small nonspeaking role in a grand epic, an epic with a touch of artistic credentials. I didn't dream of becoming a giant - I wasn't that delusional or arrogant - but I wanted to be more than a speck, maybe a midget.

I lie on my side, head sunk in the pillow, waiting for first light, for the lift of the curtain, waiting for you, how your right hand used to entwine with my left in a slow dance, how our bodies fit in bed, yet you didn't show up.

Sex, like art, can unsettle a soul, can grind a heart in a mortar. Sex, like literature, can sneak the other within one's walls, even if for only a moment, a moment before one immures oneself again.

The fundamental desire of life is the desire to exist.

My dearest life, I know you are not mine forever; but do love me even if it's for this moment. After that I shall vanish into the forest where you cast me, I won't ask anyone for anything again. Give me something that can last me till I die.