Quotes About Desire

The fact is that there are people, good people who, not because they want to but all the same, fall in love with the wrong thing.

Dionysus does not explain or regret anything. He is pleased if he can cause you to perform, despite your plan, despite your politics, despite your neuroses, despite even your Dionysian theories of self, something quite previous, the desire before the desire, the lick of beginning to know you don't know. If life is a stage, that is the show. Exit Dionysus.

I walk and walk with cold hands. Back at the house it is filled with longing, nothing to carry longing away. I look back over my life. I try to find analogies. There are none. I have longed for people before, I have loved people before. Not like this. It was not this.

You are a person in love with the impossible

Lava bread makes you passionate.

Desire is not simple. In Greek the act of love is a mingling and desire melts the limbs. Boundaries of body, category of thought, are confounded.

Sappho begins with a sweet apple and ends in infinite hunger.

Water is something you cannot hold. Like men. I have tried, Father, brother, lover, true friends, hungry ghosts and God, one by one all took themselves out of my hands.

Nighthawks I wanted to run away with you tonight but you are a difficult woman the rules of you - Past and future circle round us now we know more now less in the institute of shadows. On a street black as widows with nothing to confess our distances found us the rules of you - so difficult a woman I wanted to run away with you tonight.

Who ever desires what is not gone? No one. The Greeks were clear on this. They invented eros to express it.

The fact that Anna is somewhere having coffee or a dream is an assault on me. I hate these moments of poverty. What does man eat? ask the phenomenologists. Like the dogs, names, down there, starving.

Love does not happen without loss of vital self. The lover is the loser. Or so he reckons. But his reckoning involves a

You can have your rich table and life flowing over the cup. I need one food: I must not violate Elektra.

The presence of want awakens in him nostalgia for wholeness. His thoughts turn toward questions

The moon makes a traveler hunger for something bitter in the world, what is it? I will vanish; others will come here, what is that? An old question.

I loved him for his beauty. As I would again if he came near. Beauty convinces.

It is the edge separating my tongue from the taste for which it longs that teaches me what an edge is.

He felt Herakles' hand move on his thigh and Geryon's head went back like a poppy in a breeze --

No accident of the body can make it stop burning.

The fact that Anna is somewhere having coffee or a dream is an assault on me. I hate these moments of poverty, What does man eat? ask the phenomenologists. Likes the dogs, names, down there, starving.

What's here doesn't please you, what's far off you crave. Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

M: Fantasy just makes me hungrier.

I am not a person who feels easy talking about blood or desire. I rarely used the word woman myself. But such things are the natural facts of what we are, I suppose we have to follow out these signs in the endless struggle against forgetting. The truth is, I lived out my adolescence mainly in default of my father's favor. But I perceived that I could trouble him less if I had no gender.

Don't want to be free want to be with you.