Quotes About Desire

My philosophy in life is, Decide what you want to do. You have to have something to hope for.

Dreams are essential to life.

All my life I have been reading romance novels. Those stupid books ruined me. I've always wanted that fire that every book I ever read talks about.

A certain feeling comes from throwing your good life away, and it is one part rapture.

Believing, desiring, deciding, and choosing correctly are the simple actions that define an increase in happiness and an increase in the inner assurance that transcends this life.

There's no time in life to do all the roles I'd like to play.

All your life an unattainable ecstasy has hovered just beyond the grasp of your consciousness.

That's the way it is in life. You let go of what is beautiful and unique. You pursue something new and don't even know that the wind of your own running is a thief.

One life was never quite enough for what I had in mind.

As a kid, this is what I wanted my life to be. Not in my wildest dreams did I ever dare to dream that it would be this.

A longing for the dance stirs in the buried life.

There are some elements in life - above all, sexual pleasure - about which it isn't necessary to have a position.

Weep for the lives your wishes never led.

The desire for riches is simply the capacity for a larger life seeking fulfillment; every desire is the effort of an unexpressed possibility come into action.

I loved life too much to lust for life.

Life is malleable and the hammer is desire.

The only ambition I ever had going into and committing to wanting to be an actor was to live my life.

The unique thing about my life is the extent to which it took me on a path-business-I had no desire to walk.

Anything can serve as a counterfeit god, especially the very best things in life.

Sicilee and Maya are both convinced that once they catch Cody Lightfoot's attention they are as good as on their first date with him, if not actually engaged.

Man's wants remain unsatisfied till death. Then, when his soul is naked, is he one With the man in the wind, and the west moon, With the harmonious thunder of the sun

This world is half the devil's and my own, / Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl / And curling round the bud that forks her eye.

From where you are you can hear in Cockle Row in the spring, moonless night, Miss Price, dressmaker and sweetshop-keeper, dream of her lover, tall as the town clock tower, Samson syrup-gold-maned, whacking thighed and piping hot, thunderbolt-bass'd and barnacle-breasted, flailing up the cockles with his eyes like blowlamps and scooping low over her lonely loving hotwaterbottled body.

Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.