Quotes About Desire

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Ak nebudeme žiadaÃ…Â¥ vesmír o veci, ktoré nám nemôže daÃ…Â¥, nezdrví nás realita. Nepotrebujeme jediný a definitívny dôvod života. Posta?í aj ?ubovo?né množstvo menÅ¡ích.

My one sensuous fault was women. I had a Cyprian lust for them.

A true Zen saying: Nothing is what I want.

But I wish we could throw off some excess weight." Joe eyed Chet slyly.

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more

I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.

Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.

Please — consider me a dream.

I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.

I long for you; I who usually longs without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.

I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.

So eager are our people to obliterate the present.

I only fear danger where I want to fear it.

Since I met you, I've felt abandoned without your nearness; your nearness is all I ever dream of, the only thing.

And I leave my post of observation and find I have had enough of this outside life; I feel that there is nothing more that I can learn here, either now or at any time. And I long to say a last goodbye to everything up here, to go down into my burrow never to return again, let things take their course, and not try to retard them with my profitless vigils.

There they lay, but not in the forgetfulness of the previous night. She was seeking and he was seeking, they raged and contorted their faces and bored their heads into each others bosom in the urgency of seeking something, and their embraces and their tossing limbs did not avail to make them forget, but only reminded them of what they sought

No one can crave what truly harms him.

My job is unbearable to me because it conflicts with my only desire and my only calling, which is literature. Since I am nothing but literature and can and want to be nothing else, my job will never take possession of me, it may, however, shatter me completely, and this is by no means a remote possibility.

I mustn't look at you too much, or I won't be able to take my eyes off you at all.