Quotes About Desire

love, for instance. Everybody experiences it, craves it, requires it for his or her very existence, knows it's there. But no one can explain it, break it down into physics and chemistry.

I thought that if could bring back the memory, I could bring back the feeling, and I would know for the first time what I truly wanted for myself, and then I would go and find it. That was my plan. But memories are always of things lost and gone and never returning.

But I understood Bear Otto's desire to become a noble man, a man like Billy Ansel, and I respected that, naturally. I just wished the boy had more ways of imagining the thing than by becoming a good soldier. But that's boys, I guess.

Love me or I will kick you very hard.

only my art held me back. Ah, it seemed impossible to leave the world until I had produced all that I felt was within me, and so I spared this wretched life.

She grieved for her lost daughter and she grieved for herself.  When Cicely uncovered the deception of her adoption, she uncovered a greater deception—that of Charlotte's ambiguous heart.  It was true—Charlotte had wanted her own daughter with a desire beyond reason.  She had wanted a daughter of her own flesh and blood to link her to life.  A connection not based on deeds or shared experiences or love, but something immutable and immortal. She

Spinoza writes, "A free man, that is to say, a man who lives according to the dictates of reason alone, is not led by fear of death, but directly desires the good, that is to say, desires to act, and to preserve his being in accordance with the principle of seeking his own profit. He thinks, therefore, of nothing less than death, and his wisdom is a meditation upon life.

Things are needy. They take up space. They want attention, and they will drive you mad if you let them.

A free man, that is to say, a man who lives according to the dictates of reason alone, is not led by fear of death, but directly desires the good, that is to say, desires to act, and to preserve his being in accordance with the principle of seeking his own profit. He thinks, therefore, of nothing less than death, and his wisdom is a meditation upon life.

This is trouble with you. You think you want, you don't think you want–always back and forth. Me, when I want, it is with whole heart. I look at wanted thing with eyes straight on. But you! Neither here nor there. Your looking always crooked, from side of eye. It has no power to hold. So wanted thing, it slip away from you.

What makes a person want so much? What gives things the power to enchant, and is there any limit to the desire for more?

These were tears of admiration for the strong women so determined to have their family against all odds. And tears of pity for herself, for the trepidation she felt in place of desire and for the pale, wan sentiment that she let pass for love.

For most humans throughout history, "more" wasn't even an option. "Enough" was the goal and was, by definition, enough.

I find myself drawn to literature more now than in the past; not the individual works as much as the idea of literature—the heroic effort and nobility of our human desire to make beauty of our minds—which moves me to tears

Missing things upset her. Missing price tags. Missing memories. Missing parts of her life.

Writing is a passion I have never understood, yet a storyteller is all I have ever wanted to be.

chasing a lie smaller than her dreams.... from: Save Me the Plums

Nothing is sexier than a competent man: I was in love.

Greed and envy took from a man's heart everything but—well, greed and envy.

Who hasn't wanted to die at one time or another?

orang-orang yang tidak tahu apa yang paling mereka inginkan, pasti tidak akan mendapatkan apa pun

I keep thinking, won't somebody make a movie like what's inside my head, I'm always thinking that.

If you don't know what you want, you'll never find it.

sex wasn't just about two people getting naked and tangled up together. A lot of other things were involved, things that make you feel so good you forget who you are, and things that feel so creepy you literally get goose bumps, and things you hold so dear you're afraid to go to sleep, and things that make you so happy you want to bounce up and down—layer after layer of things like that, all mixed up into a sticky mess with the blood and sweat and love juice.