Quotes About Desire

Give back my book and take my kiss instead.

For the body at best    Is a bundle of aches, Longing for rest;    It cries when it wakes

So is no warmth for me at any fire To-day, when the world's fire has burned so low; I kneel, spending my breath in vain desire, At that cold hearth which one time roared so strong, And straighten back in weariness, and long To gather up my little gods and go.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

And what are you that, missing you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake? And what are you that, missing you, As many days as crawl I should be listening to the wind And looking at the wall? I know a man that's a braver man And twenty men as kind, And what are you, that you should be The one man in my mind? Yet women's ways are witless ways, As any sage will tell,— And what am I, that I should love So wisely and so well?

Lo mejor de mi vida, y quizá lo peor, sucede en mi mente. Lo que allí se genera, ideas, sueños, anhelos o imágines lancinantes del deseo, rebasa -con mucho- las evidencias avasallantes de lo real

I would kiss you, had I the courage.

GENNARO Ma vedite che s' 'a da fa' pe' magna.»

We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.

De aquella etapa recuerdo que arrojaba con alegría el tiempo por la borda, en la esperanza de que el globo alzara vuelo y me llevara a un futuro mejor. Loco anhelo, pues siempre seremos lo que ya fuimos.

El deseo es el recuerdo del placer, el miedo es el recuerdo del dolor" Cuentos para adultos infantiles

a veces se nos va la vida en una discusión, en un deseo, y después pasa algo que lo cambia todo, lo trastoca todo, y el viejo deseo queda reducido a nada.

amor arrebatado que empezaba a consumirlo. Saberse no correspondido, además de infiel, lo hacía sentirse solo. Se dijo que era mejor así. Arrancar de cuajo una planta que, de todos modos, no tenía brotes ni futuro.

Lo que tiene que decirle, lo que necesita decirle, y lo que al mismo tiempo le horroriza que sepa, es que él la quiere con él, para siempre, en todos lados y a todas horas o a casi todas, porque ha naufragado en tal estado de adoración que no entiende la vida sin ella

Parece que la quiero, Ofelia. Mil perdones, pero me

If food is your best friend, it's also your worst enemy.

A great thirst is a great joy when quenched in time.

A crude meal, no doubt, but the best of all sauces is hunger.

A giant thirst is a great joy when quenched in time.

Standing there, gaping at this monstrous and inhumane spectacle of rock and cloud and sky and space, I feel a ridiculous greed and possessiveness come over me. I want to know it all, posess it all, embrace the entire scene intimately, deeply, totally...

Gluttony - that's my vice & curse. I want too much of everything. Books... Love... Music... Color & Form... Philosophy... Travel & Adventure... the result of this bestial lust is the indiscriminate and promiscuous splaying of my energies - wanting all, I accomplish nothing; desiring everything, I satisfy nothing and am satisfied by nothing.

What most people really desire is something quite different from industrial gimmickry- liberty, spontaneity, nakedness, mystery, wildness, wilderness.

The more I dim my eyes over print and frazzle my brain over abstract ideas, the more I appreciate the delight of being basically an animal wrapped in a sensitive skin: sex, the resistance of rock, the taste and touch of snow, the feel of the sun, good wine and a rare beefsteak and the company of friends around a fire with a guitar and lousy old cowboy songs. Despair: I'll never be a scholar, never be a decent good Christian. Just a hedonist, a pagan, a primitive romantic