Quotes About Desire

I can't get my hands on enough of you.

do I have to have the nourishment of your presence?

a human can't last for long without a heartbeat, and as long as you are turned away how can my heart go on beating?

La avaricia, sin duda, es uno de los signos mas auténticos de la infelicidad profunda

my whole being cries out, and am I to smother that cry with my own hand?

Când mai eram înc? mulÅ£umit,voiam s? fiu nemulÅ£umit,ÅŸi m? împingeam ,cu toate mijloacele pe care mi le oferea vremea ÅŸi condiÅ£ia mea înspre nemulÅ£umire;acum aÅŸ vrea mult s? m? port întoarce.AÅŸadar,am fost întodeauna nemulÅ£umit,chiar ÅŸi în nemulÅ£umirea mea.

None of this was too painful, it was another of life's perpetual little torments, that was all, nothing when measured against what K. aspired to, he had not come to this place to lead a life of peace and honour

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

Logic is no doubt unshakable, but it can't withstand a person who wants to live.

I can't think of anything to write, I'm just walking around here between the lines, underneath the light of your eyes, in the breath of your mouth like in some beautiful happy day, which stays beautiful and happy even if my head is sick, tired.

It is a blow because it will take time and I need all the time I have and a thousand times more than all the time I have and most of all I'd like to have all the time there is just for you, for thinking about you, for breathing in you.

I looked at her much less often than I wanted to.

Es que era ya una bestia a la que le emocionaba la música? Le parecía como si se le mostrase el camino hacia el desconocido y anhelado alimento.

you are the knife I turn inside myself, this is love.

Logic is no doubt unshakable, but it can't withstand a person who wants to live.

Ecco, mia cara ragazza, di nuovo è sera dopo un pomeriggio passato vegliando (pomeriggio passato vegliando ha un suono peggiore che notte passata vegliando), non scrivo più nulla, tranne che a questa ragazza alla quale vorrei scrivere di continuo, della quale vorrei sempre sentir parlare, e stare sempre con lei e spegnermi in lei.

he had recently noted a certain tendency toward self-pity, an almost irresistible urge to give in to every desire

Pregunto acaso [...] con la pretensión de que se me conteste? ¿Tengo unas esperanzas tan estúpidas?

Mein Schreiben handelte von Dir, ich klagte dort ja nur, was ich an Deiner Brust nicht klagen konnte.

Existiam objeções que tinham sido esquecidas? Sem dúvida, estas existiam. A lógica, na verdade, é inabalável, mas ela não resiste a uma pessoa que quer viver.

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.

They embraced one another, her little body burned in K.'s hands, they rolled, in a semi-conscious state from which K. tried constantly but unsuccessfully to surface, a little way on, bumped into Klamm's door with a hollow thud, then lay there in the puddles of beer and the rubbish

I once heard of a young man whose mind was taken up day and night with thoughts of the Castle, he neglected everything else, people feared for his ordinary faculty of reason since all his faculties were always up at the Castle, but in the end it turned out that it wasn't actually the Castle he was thinking of but only the daughter of a scullery maid at the offices, he got her, and then all was fine again.

Selfishness is one of the surest signs of profound unhappiness; I was so unsure of everything that I only really possessed what I was actually holding in my hands or in my mouth, or at least what was on its way there –