Quotes About Desire

No sueño con poseerte. ¿Para qué? Sería traducir a plebeyo mi sueño. Poseer un cuerpo es ser banal. Soñar con poseer un cuerpo es tal vez peor, aunque sea difícil serlo: es soñarse banal, horror supremo.

It is not tedium that one feels. It is not grief. It is the desire to go to sleep clothed in a different personality, to forget, dulled by an increase in salary.

In seeking anything, we do so out of ambition, but we either fail to achieve that ambition and are the poorer, or we think we have achieved it and are merely rich madmen.

Del amor sólo he exigido que nunca dejase de ser un sueño lejano.

I've witnessed, incognito, the gradual collapse of my life, the slow foundering of all that I wanted to be.

He vivido tanto sin haber vivido! ¡He pensado tanto sin haber pensado! Pesan sobre mí mundos de violencias detenidas, de aventuras vividas sin movimiento. Estoy harto de lo que nunca he tenido ni tendré, tedioso de dioses por existir. Llevo conmigo las heridas de todas las batallas que he evitado. Mi cuerpo muscular está molido por el esfuerzo que no he podido hacer.

Não se pode comer um bolo sem o perder.

I desire what I do not desire and renounce what I do not have. I can be neither nothing nor everything: I'm just the bridge between what I do not have and what I do not want.

Ik heb nooit meer van het leven verlangd dan dat dat niets van mij zou eisen.

To imagine, without being, is the throne. To desire, without wanting, is the crown. We have what we renounce, for we conserve it eternally intact in our dreams, by the light of the sun that isn't, or of the moon that cannot be.

Love is a mysticism that wants to be put into practice, an impossibility that according to our dreams should be possible.

I asked for very little from life, and even this little was denied me. A nearby field, a ray of sunlight, a little bit of calm along with a bit of bread, not to feel oppressed by the knowledge that I exist, not to demand anything from others, and not to have others demand anything from me—this was denied me, like the spare change we might deny a beggar not because we're mean-hearted but because we don't feel like unbuttoning our coat.

Ä°stemeden var?m ve istemeden öleceÄŸim. OlduÄŸum ÅŸeyle olmad???m ÅŸey aras?nda, hayal ettiÄŸim ÅŸeyle hayat?n beni yapt??? ÅŸey aras?nda bir boÅŸluÄŸum.

O outro é sempre o obstáculo para quem procura. Só quem não procura é feliz; porque só quem não busca, encontra, visto que quem não procura já tem, e já ter, seja o que for, é ser feliz, como não pensar é a parte melhor de ser rico

To possess is to be possessed, and therefore to lose oneself.

No le he pedido a la vida sino que no me pidiese nada.

Let's not even touch life with the tips of our fingers. Let's not even love in our minds. May we never know the feel of a woman's kiss, not even in our dreams.

I want to be exactly like what I wanted to be and am not.

Nu am c?utat niciodat? s?-mi tr?iesc via?a. Via?a mea s-a tr?it f?r? ca eu s? vreau sau nu. Am vrut doar s? v?d ca ?i cum n-a? fi avut suflet. Am vrut doar s? v?d ca ?i cum a? fi fost numai ochi.

Every effort is a crime, because every gesture is a dead dream.

We worship perfection, because we cannot have it; and we would loathe it if we did. Perfection is inhuman, because to be human is to be imperfect.

And leaning on the windowsill to enjoy the day, gazing at the variegated mass of the whole city, just one thought fills my soul: that I profoundly wish to die, to cease, to see no more light shining on this city or any city, to think no more, to feel no more, to leave behind the march of time and the sun like a paper wrapper, to remove like a heavy suit – next to the big bed – the involuntary effort of being.

Should I one day take an earthly woman to wife, pray for me the following: that she at any rate be sterile. But also ask, should you pray for me, that I never come to have this hypothetical wife.

Envidio —pero no sé si envidio de veras— a aquéllos de quienes se puede escribir una biografía, o que pueden escribir su propia biografía. En estas expresiones sin continuidad ni deseo alguno de continuidad, narro con indiferencia mi autobiografía sin hechos, mi historia sin vida. Son mis Confesiones, y si en ellas nada digo, es que nada tengo que decir.