Quotes About Desire

I want that quiet rapture agin. I want to feel the same powerful, nameless urge that I used to feel when I turned to my books. The breath of desire that then arose from the coloured backs of the books, shall fill me again, melt the heavy, dead lump of lead that lies somewhere in me and waken again the impatience of the future, the quick join the world of thought, it shall bring back again the lost eagerness of my youth. I sit and wait.

if you train a dog so that it only eats potatoes, and then after a while you offer it a chunk of meat, it'll still grab it because it's in its nature. And if you offer a man a bit of power, the same thing happens; he'll grab it. It's instinctive, because when it comes down to it, a man is basically a beast, and it's only later that a bit of decency gets smeared on top, the way you can spread dripping on your bread.

A woman who is desired by someone else, even a love-starved coffinmaker, immediately becomes more precious than before. Man, as it happens, lives by relative rather than absolute values.

What has that to do with love?" "A great deal. It takes care of its continuance. Otherwise we would love once only and reject everything else later. But as it is, the remnant of desire for the man one leaves behind, or by whom one is left behind, becomes the halo around the head of the new one. To have lost someone before in itself gives the new one a certain romantic glamour. The hallowed old illusion.

I want to feel that quiet rapture again. I want to feel the same powerful, nameless urge that I used to feel when I turned to my books. The breath of desire that then arose from the coloured backs of the books, shall fill me again, melt the heavy dead lump of lead that lies somewhere in me and waken again the impatience of the future, the quick joy in the world of thought, it shall bring back again the lost eagerness of my youth. I sit and wait.

Wir sind keine Jugend mehr. Wir wollen die Welt nicht mehr stürmen. Wir sind Flüchtende. Wir flüchten vor uns. Vor unserem Leben. Wir waren achtzehn Jahre und begannen die Welt und das Dasein zu lieben; wir mussten darauf schießen.

DorinÈ›ele mele sunt împletite ciudat din pofte È™i abandon.

I feel excited; but I do not want to be, for that is not right. I want that quiet rapture again. I want to feel the same powerful, nameless urge that I used to feel when I turned to my books. The breath of desire that then arose from the coloured backs of the books, shall fill me again, melt the heavy, dead lump of lead that lies somewhere in me and waken again the impatience of the future, the quick joy in the world of thought, it shall bring back again

Please let the wind of desire that rose from the multi-coloured spines of those books catch me up again, let it melt the heavy, lifeless lead weight that is there somewhere inside me, and awaken in me once again the impatience of the future, the soaring delight in the world of the intellect – let it carry me back into the ready-for-anything lost world of my youth.

Lengvai lyg šok?ja ap?jo ji aplink lov?, pastat? taur? greta sav?s ant grind? ir pasir?ž?. Svetimos saul?s nurusvinta ji nesidrov?jo savo nuogumo, kaip moteris, kuri ne tiktai žino, kad jos geidžia, bet ir ne kart? šitai yra gird?jusi.

I think it's more a kind of fever,' says Albert. 'Nobody really wants it, but all of a sudden, there it is. We didn't want the war, they say the same thing on the other side – and in spite of that, half the world is at it hammer and tongs.

Ništa nije opasnije od žene koja sve voli. Kako da ?ovek onda udesi da voli samo njega?

Tas, ko nevar dab?t, cilv?kam vienm?r liekas lab?ks par to, kas vi?am ir. Te past?v cilv?ka dz?ves romantika un idiotisms.

Look, if you train a dog so that it only eats potatoes, and then after a while you offer it a chunk of meat, it'll still grab it because it's in its nature. And if you offer a man a bit of power, the same thing happens; he'll grab it. It's instinctive, because when it comes down to it, a man is basically a beast, and it's only later that a bit of decency gets smeared on top, the way you spread dripping on your bread.

See, mida sa kätte ei saa, paistab alati paremini kui see, mis käes on. Selles seisnebki inimese elu romantika ning idiotism.

Osje?ao sam se trom i spor i mrzio sam sebe što Heleni ne mogu bolje da pokažem koliko je volim ti tom trenutku. Morala je misliti da oklijevam zato što je ne želim, a ne zato što je toliko mnogo želim.

Meil? - tai troškimas perduoti toliau tai, ko negali išlaikyti. - Perduoti toliau? K?? G?žteliu pe?iais. - Tam esama daug vard?. Galb?t sav?j? aš, kur? norim išsaugot. Arba savo širdis. Taip ir pasakykim: širdis. Arba savo ilges?. Savo širdis.

Ništa nije opasnije od žene kaja sve voli. Kako da ?ovek onda udesi da voli samo njega?

On je ?ovek, on želi svoju propast.

I think it is more of a kind of fever," says Albert. "No one in particular wants it, and then all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing—and yet half the world is in it all the same.

when I hear the word 'peace-time,' it goes to my head: and if it really came, I think I would do some unimaginable thing—something, you know, that it's worth having lain here in the muck for. But I can't even imagine anything. All I do know is that this business about professions and studies and salaries and so on—it makes me sick, it is and always was disgusting.

Kad se želi živeti, onda se još nešto i voli. Tada je teže, ali i lakše. Eto, ja bih i onako morala da umrem, a sad sam zadovoljna što imam tebe. Mogla sam biti sama i nesre?na. Tada bih želela da umrem. Ovako je teže, ali sam puna ljubavi, kao p?ela meda kad se uve?e vra?a u košnicu. Kad bih mogla da biram, uvek bih izabrala ovo isto.

That is Franz Kemmerich, nineteen and a half years old, he doesn't want to die. Let him not die!

Ne?emo se više ni skim sastajati. Prava ljubav ne podnosi svet. I onda ne?e biti ni nastupa ljubomore, ni loma.