Quotes About Desire

The love of money is the root of all evil." The lack of money is the root of all evil.

With that she moved in between them and shortly was enjoying being the middle layer of a triple layer orgy.

I must really be getting hungry," Swift-Killer thought. "Here I am gazing full on the topside of a handsome young male and I am not even interested.

6:10) [T]he love of money is the root of all evil….

This is what the theologian Reinhold Niebuhr talked about as "the sin of sensuality." And it's what the Hindus talk about as maya—the dance of illusion, the intoxicating (addictive) dance of sensuous things that enchants and enthralls the mind, catching us up in the cycles of pleasure and pain.

A person obsessed with ultimate truth is a person asking to be relieved of money.

Let there be light! said God, and there was light! Let there be blood! says man, and there's a sea!

When a person accepts the call of individuation to grow in self-knowledge, his or her ego is pregnant with the desire for gnosis. It is as if that person's ego is the womb for the conception, gestation, and birth of the Self. In

The deep truths of the soul's origin, fall, and path of return can only be communicated by way of a full body-mind experience of peace, desire, terror, grief, acceptance, and total commitment. Eliade

To be truly happy is a question of how we begin and not of how we end, of what we want and not of what we have.

An aspiration is a joy for ever, a possession as solid as a landed estate

Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,Nor a friend to know me;All I ask, the heaven aboveAnd the road below me.

Strange how we had longed for the feel and smell of land when afloat and now longed for the touch of ship and spray now that we were ashore. No

Gored by the climacteric of his want,he stalls above me like an elephant.

The twinkling steel above me is a star; I am a fallen Christmas tree. Our car Races through seven red-lights—then the road Is unpatrolled and empty, and a load Of ply-wood with a tail-light makes us slow. I turn and whisper in her ear. You know I want to leave my mother and my wife, You wouldn't have me tied to them for life Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Time runs, the windshield runs with stars.

No ease for the boy at the keyhole, his telescope, when the women's white bodies flashed in the bathroom. Young, my eyes began to fail. Nothing! No oil for the eye, nothing to pour on those waters or flames. I am tired. Everyone's tired of my turmoil.

We wished our two souls might return like gulls to the rock. In the end, the water was too cold for us.

Why do we hunger so for vicious things? Our wishes bend the statues of the gods.

Brother, try, O Child of Aphrodite, try to die: To die is life.

Our cost Is nothing to the lovers, whoring Mars And Venus, father's lover.

Some morbidity in me attracts mosquitoes

What we love we are.

How many pessimists end up desiring the things they fear, in order to prove they are right?

How many pessimists end up by desiring the things they fear, in order to prove that they are right?