Quotes About Desire

It is want that does the world's arousing, and if it were not for that, who knows what might not be interrupted?

I have always considered imaginative truth to be more profound, more loaded with significance, than every day reality... Everything we dream about, and by that I mean everything we desire, is true (the myth of Icarus came before aviation, and if Ader or Bleriot started flying it is because all men have dreamed of flight). There is nothing truer than myth... Reality does not have to be: it is simply what is.

Mon oncle, que Dieu ait son âme, était l'ivrogne officiel du village. Il s'y engageait en chancelant. Il criait : « Mon Dieu, je vous en prie, laissez-moi passer, je ne boirai plus jamais. » Mais, quand il arrivait sur l'autre rive, il dansait, il chantait, il criait : « Je boirai encore. Ah, ah, ah! »

I've known him so long, since the world began. And I'm joined to him for all eternity. Why do these bonds seem like chains to him? All I want is to call his name and hear him answer.

Your hold on me is great. But the universe is greater, and what I need is greater still.

And all I long for is the dawn!

I've longed for fulfillment and all I find is torment. I had to choose between peace and passion. I chose passion, fool that I was!

Let my temptation be a book, which I shall purchase, hold and keep.

EDMUND: [...] A fost o mare greÈ™eal? c? m-am n?scut om. M-aÈ™ fi descurcat mai bine ca pesc?ruÈ™ ori peÈ™te. AÈ™a, o s? fiu mereu un str?in care nu se simte niciodat? în largul lui, care nu doreÈ™te cu adev?rat È™i nu e dorit cu adev?rat, care nu poate s?-È™i g?seasc? niciodat? locul È™i care trebuie s? fie tot timpul un pic indr?gostit de moarte. (Eugene O'Neill - Lungul drum al zilei c?tre noapte)

Stay passed out, that's the right dope. There ain't any cool willow trees- except you grow your own in a bottle.

LAVINIA: He made me feel for the first time in my life that everything about love could be sweet and natural... I have a right to love!

No, I'm afraid I'm like the guy who is always panhandling for a smoke. He hasn't even got the makings. He's got only the habit.

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It's human; we all put self interest first.

You know what it's like," said Storm, "when you want to--just--pour a woman into a glass and--just-drink her--just drink her down, one gulp, body and soul?

Even the kingdom of evil came to seem to me like only the empty space where true love might have been.

She was struck, too, by how often in this sad life a person's gifts are useless in helping him fulfill his true desire.

We all want the same thing, I guess. Killers or no, good or bad. We all want to be free. We all want to go home.

He returned her love. He lusted after her sweet young body. He wanted her the way he wanted to breathe the spring air. He had never loved anyone before. He had not known even what this feeling for his tiny slave was. Now in the crisp, clear spring sunlight, he knew.

I want to drink you in with my eyes till I am intoxicated forever.

His heart was now beating rapidly. He wanted to embrace her, cover her with kisses, caress her hair, touch her breast, stroke her thighs: he wanted to sing songs for her, dance dances for her, write poems for her.

His routine had drawn him so deep inside himself that he feared the flood of memories her words on the postcard might unleash. He was afraid of wanting her again and all that it would mean. Finally, he read her postcard. He read it three times. He remembered how it had been.

What drives history is the human ambition to alter one's condition to match one's hopes.'3

I was mad that I couldn't enjoy it, that I'd made it impossible for myself to have a nice vacation.