Quotes About Desire

The Raven And The Swan A RAVEN saw a Swan and desired to secure for himself the same beautiful plumage. Supposing that the Swan's splendid white color arose from his washing in the water in which he swam, the Raven left the altars in the neighborhood where he picked up his living, and took up residence in the lakes and pools. But cleansing his feathers as often as he would, he could not change their color, while through want of food he perished. Change of habit cannot alter Nature.

Hati-hati jangan sampai kehilangan milikmu yang berharga gara-gara ingin menangkap bayangan.

If men had all they wished, they would be often ruined.

The Woman and Her Hen A WOMAN possessed a Hen that gave her an egg every day. She often pondered how she might obtain two eggs daily instead of one, and at last, to gain her purpose, determined to give the Hen a double allowance of barley. From that day the Hen became fat and sleek, and never once laid another egg.

We would often be sorry if our wishes were gratified.

they were, they soon began to think they were not getting rich fast enough, and, imagining the bird must be made of gold inside, they decided to kill it in order to secure the

If men had all they wished, they would be often ruined. The

The moon touched my shoulder and I longed for a vanished love

All night I keep the heart shut I am waiting for a greater madness To declare myself

Waiting for the Revolution can be as agonizing and intoxicating as waiting for one's lover.

Lust drives the chariot of the yetzer hara; the seat on which it sits is pride.

Tell me, if you thought a man had a tendresse for you, but he wasn't doing anything about it. And you wanted to hurry him up a little so you made a move, an unmistakable move; one that nobody could pretend had been a misunderstanding. And he - he ignored it - ignored you. What would you feel?

I can't tell you exactly what I'm looking for, but I'll know it when it happens. I want to be breathless and weak, crumpled by the entrance of another person inside my soul. I want to be violated by insight.

Listen. Look. Desire is a house. Desire needs closed space. Desire runs out of doors or windows, or slats or pinpricks, it can't fit under the sky, too large. Close the doors. Close the windows. As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can't heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.

but the rest of the evening is nothing but the trembling edges of something I am so tired of feeling and I do not want to feel anymore.

when he closed his eyes, the torrent of longing waiting inside was so thick he thought he might drown in it.

They'd been married for years, and he wanted her to give up the last thread of cover so she would stand before him nude and he could make love to her entire skin. Well, of course that made her head fall off. Of course.

I wanted to bathe in plum juice, rediscover my body and adorn it in kiwi circles.

Sono innamorata dello smettere. A suo modo è un'arte, se ci pensate. Smettere bene richiede un innato senso della bellezza; bisogna saper sentire il momento della svolta, proprio quando il desiderio fa la sua comparsa, quello è il momento di darci un taglio, giù deciso, l'istante in cui lo smettere è maturo come una pesca che si fa dolce sull'albero: crack, si spacca il picciolo, la pesca cade per terra, nera e argento di mosche.

I wanted to marry wood. I wanted to chew down some two–by–fours, crawl inside a tree, slide elm into my aorta so that every beat of every second was a grand waltz with luck.

We end up kissing her for an hour, and her lips are so soft they are almost like a joke.

I hold my madness like a sword and plunge it in your body all night long;

so much like riding dangerous women with whiskey coloured eyes - such women as once fell dead with their lovers with fire in their heads and slippery froth on thighs

And you you bitch no irritating questions re love and permanence only an unrolling lifetime here between your rocking thighs and the semblance of motion