Quotes About Desire

Desire, if handled incorrectly, could become a curse.

Once you possess something others do not, you are a target for the wicked.

You want to know what love is? Its the thing that ruins you.

A woman who knows what she wants, Adelle always told me, is likely to receive it.

She thought she could have what she wanted; she thought she could see the world from above, as if it were a distant blue ball whose sorrows had nothing to do with her. She had wanted to be a bird, but now she knew, as she looked out the window to see Lewis following, that even birds are chained to earth by their needs and desires.

Nothing could do that to them, that's what they used to whisper as they sat on the back stairs, in the dark and the dust, as if desire were a matter of personal choice.

She had the feeling that if she went home, she might never get away. She thought of birds caught in nets. There was something inside her, beating against her ribs, urging her to do things she might not otherwise attempt. She had the strongest desire to get lost.

With every step I wished myself away to another life, one lived far from here.

She had wanted to be a bird, but now she knew, as she looked out the window to see Lewis following, that even birds are chained to earth by their needs and desires.

This was what it was. The ruin of it. The depth of it. Have it once and you can have it again. That's the riddle. That's the truth.

You feel your heart and bones and blood. You wait for him like a bird in a cage.

what was a rose but the living proof of desire, the single best evidence of human longing and earthly devotion. but desire could be twisted,after all, and Jealousy was the name of the rose that did well in arid souls.

Love like this wasn't what he'd planned or wanted or expected, surely it was indeed a trap, for even when you tried to run away, it followed you through the grass and lay down beside you, it overtook common sense and willpower.

make you want things you hadn't even known existed.

As for me, sleep was a country I no longer visited, despite my incantation. When I did, I wished for my waking life, the hours when I didn't see the nightmare images of all that had happened and all I had become.

Everything seemed slow, molasses slow, lovesick slow.

Know what you want, and be sure of it, for regret gives birth to more regret and nothing more.

I cast myself at him, like a fool, but he didn't see me. And then one day he noticed I was beautiful and he wanted me. He broke me off and took me with him, in his hands, and I didn't care that I was dying until I actually was.

He could burn her up alive; he could do it in a minute flat, and that's not easy to forget.

There was a spark inside that holiest of holy places that made people want to possess it, and what men yearn for they often destroy.

Desire had a way of making a person oddly courageous.

She wishes he would come to her tonight, climb in through the window to lie down beside her and explain how it's possible to love someone so much and still manage to carry on when you have to let them go.

Nathaniel Hawthorne had placed the w in his name to distance himself from his cruel ancestor, his writing driven by his desire to make amends for all the evil his great-great-grandfather had done in the world.

You wanted a blue rose, Brock said. Didn't you? Wasn't that the whole point? Doesn't everyone want what they cannot have?(Elinor) Here's what I think: it's the quest that matters.(Brock)