Quotes About Desire

Je n'ai jamais imaginé qu'on put être à ce point hanté par une voix, par un cou, par des épaules, par des mains. Ce que je veux dire, c'est qu'elle avait des yeux où il faisait si bon vivre que je n'ai jamais su où aller depuis.

ces bouquets de fleurs qui partent à la recherche d'un cÅ"ur et ne trouvent qu'un vase.

elle avait des yeux où il faisait si bon vivre que je n'ai jamais su où aller depuis.

Besides, he had slept with a good number of women in his life: it had nothing to do with that need for company. He stubbed out his cigarette in the sand: What he needed was a good dog who would come and offer his paw from time to time.

h?nh phúc là cái gì Ä'ó có th? ??t tá»›i, ch? c?n tìm th?y thiên hÆ°á»›ng sâu xa trong mình r?i h?t lòng vá»›i nh?ng gì mình thích, hoàn toàn quên c? b?n thân.

Lorsqu'on a aimé une femme de tous ses yeux, de tous ses matins, de toutes les forêts, champs, sources et oiseaux, on sait qu'on ne l'à pas encore aimée assez et que le monde n'est qu'un commencement de tout ce qui vous reste à faire.

She was pressing her body against his while leaning back from the waist up in that attitude of children and whores.

A woman you love, yes, of course. But sometimes one loves a woman... with anger, as though she were a means of possessing the world. Or a musical instrument on which to play loud martial music...

Il y a des gens, jeune homme, qui tombent tellement amoureux de la vie qu'ils préfèrent mourir plutôt que de renoncer à vivre

You are far too well informed a man to pretend that you don't know what little game you are playing. If you have presentiments of death, it is because of certain wishes. You desire to escape sexual impotence - impotence, in short - and you wish for death to save you from all that. It is one of the virility's favorite ploys.

Besides, nothing mattered to her any longer. If she had anything left it was her horror of cold — and the uncle had coal through his contacts. But she found the atmosphere of Berlin hard to bear. She dreamed of escape, of going to live under some more clement sky, far, very far away from it all, closer to nature.

She knew that Fort Lamy was a long way away, on the other side of the Sahara, in the middle of Africa — another world. Another world — and that was exactly what she needed. There at last she would be able to satisfy her need for warmth — even at Tunis there were moments when the cold was more than she could take.

As for you girls, you must risk everything for Freedom, and give everything for Passion, loving everything that your hearts and your bodies love. The only thing higher for a girl and more sacred for a young woman than her freedom and her passion should be her desire to make her life into poetry, surrendering everything she has to create a life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in her imagination.

Ô, Wanderess, Wanderess When did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?

We were hooked when we woke. We had arms for each other. But I yearned to resume My dreams of another.

All I want in this life are three... a moonlit beach on the starlit sea, a breath of opium, and thee.

Our lips were for each other and our eyes were full of dreams. We knew nothing of travel and we knew nothing of loss. Ours was a world of eternal spring, until the summer came.

Sexual frenzy is our compensation for the tedious moments we must suffer in the passage of life. 'Nothing in excess,' professed the ancient Greeks. Why if I spend half the month in healthy scholarship and pleasant sleep, shouldn't I be allowed the other half to howl at the moon and pillage the groins of Europe's great beauties?

The lot of the bride to be wed before bed desired until rotten. The lot of the author to be read before bed admired then forgotten.

I've decided the act that cannot wait / is the important will to create / But, ah, if my belly is ignored / the pantry door I shall implore / But I've been known to reach the bed / ideas still famished in my head.

So the nymphs they spoke, we kissed and laid. By noontime's hour our love was made. Like braided chains of crocus stems, we lay entwined, I laid with them. Our breath, one glassy, tideless sea, our bodies draping wearily, we slept, I slept so lucidly, with hopes to stay this memory.

I met Anne in the autumn... Autumn, that wild season when rural men rack orchard trees with sticks and weep with the desire to kiss faraway Demeter's supple breasts—to set lips to her travel-swollen eyes. They seek goddesses, but I desired only Anne.

As for girls, they must risk everything for freedom, and give everything for passion... loving everything that their hearts and their bodies love. The only thing higher for a girl and more sacred for a young woman than her freedom and her passion should be her desire to make her life into poetry, surrendering everything she has to create a life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in her imagination.

Be there a picnic for the devil, an orgy for the satyr, and a wedding for the bride.