Quotes About Desire

When you're from Cali and it's always sunny, you kind of want some rain.

Seeing Sunset Boulevard was a fantasy come true.

I'd just love to ride off into the sunset with my love. I've only seen the sunset so far. Maybe I can earn my own Ferrari so I can ride off in the sunset without anyone by my side.

In order to institute action, it is not sufficient that the individual man have unachieved ends that he would like to fulfill. He must also expect that certain modes of behavior will enable him to attain his ends. A man may have a desire for sunshine, but if he realizes that he can do nothing to achieve it, he does not act on this desire.

Human beings will line up for miles to buy a bucket of catastrophes, but don't try selling sunshine and light - you'll go broke.

I think there's a part of us that fantasizes about having some sort of super power. If I could have one, it would definitely be teleportation!

I'd love to drive a Bugatti - something totally ridiculous but super fast.

Now, would we like to have that super quarterback? Absolutely. And if we have the opportunity to get that person or develop that person, that's what we'll do.

I want to know what it's like to play in a Super Bowl and win one. My career will be great without it. But, personally, selfishly, I want to know what it feels like.

The thing is, once you're in the Super Bowl, you want to win. As time goes on, you want to win more and more.

I loved the expectation that every year we were going to the Super Bowl.

I love playing. I want to win a Super Bowl.

Howard Hughes was obsessed with me. But at first it seemed as if he were offering me a superb career opportunity.

And you should not let yourself be confused in your solitude by the fact that there is something in you that wants to move out of it.

I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will, as it goes toward action. And in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times, when something is coming near, I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone... I want to unfold. I don't want to be folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.

You see, I want a lot. Maybe I want it all: the darkness of each endless fall, the shimmering light of each ascent. So many are alive who don't seem to care. Casual, easy, they move in the world as though untouched. But you take pleasure in the faces of those who know they thirst. You cherish those who grip you for survival. You are not dead yet, it's not too late to open your depths by plunging into them and drink in the life that reveals itself quietly there.

All things want to float.

Someday you will name me, then gently place those burning holy roses in my hair. [Songs of Longing]

Do you recall, from your childhood on, how very much this life of yours has longed for greatness? I see it now, how from the vantage point of greatness it longs for even greater greatness. That is why it does not let up being difficult, but that is also why it will not cease to grow.

O shooting star that fell into my eyes and through my body-: not to forget you. To endure.

Long you must suffer, knowing not what, until suddenly out of spitefully chewed fruit your suffering's taste comes forth in you. Then you will love almost instantly what's tasted. No one will ever talk you out of it.

Who is there today who still cares about a well-finished death? No one. Even the rich, who could after all afford this luxury, are beginning to grow lazy and indifferent; the desire to have a death of one's own is becoming more and more rare. In a short time it will be as rare as a life of one's own.

It was not in me It came and went I wanted to hold it It was held by wine (I no longer know what it was)

Suddenly I'm as if cast out, and this solitude surrounds me as something vast and unbounded, when my feeling, standing on the hills of my breasts, cries out for wings or for an end.