Quotes About Desire

You can never get enough of the ones you love, thought Thomas

the name by which she would—maybe embarrassing to say but she thought it anyway—the name by which she would rise in the world.

You undergo your own incarceration. You may witness your demise piece by piece. You may be one kind of fool who never gets enough or another who gets too much.

Government is more like sex than people think. When you are having good sex, you don't appreciate it enough. When you are having bad sex, it is all you can think about.

Government is more like sex than people think. When you are having good sex, you don't appreciate it enough. When you are having bad sex, it is all you can think about.

You can never get enough of the ones you love, thought Thomas, rubbing his chest slowly, to vanquish the pains. "Here I have Biboon with me to this great old age, but I am greedy. I want him longer.

I reached over and held Pollux's wide hand as we slowly drove along. There was a slick of rain on the empty, peaceful streets. 'Why can't it always be this way?' I asked Pollux. He gave me an odd look. I turned aside. The empty street swished beneath the tires. Perhaps I should have been ashamed. Why was it that I felt this was the world I'd always waited for?

Why do I long to be devoured and to forget in life rather than in death? What is the difference?

Awee, said Mooshum. A happy death. And a noble lover for you, Ignatia, as he satisfied you even from the other side. I wish to die that way, but who will give me the chance?

There's a word for your impulse, Louise. Cacoëthes,' I said to her. 'The urge to do something somewhat wrong. Not something unspeakable or horrific. Just something you know is a bad idea.

Her outfit must have penetrated his unconscious. She wore a shirt of softly fringed suede that clung to her breasts like an unforgiven sin.

He is one of the cursed, a Tantalus, whose literary hunger perpetually gnaws but can never be satiated. He has read everything at least once.

Ayiih! Tell me, does this Chopin know love songs? I have a few I don't sing unless I mean for sure to capture my woman." "This Chopin makes songs so beautiful your knees shake. Dogs cry. The trees moan. Your thoughts fly up nowhere. You can't think. You become flooded in the heart.

Earth and sky touch everywhere and nowhere, like sex between two strangers. There is no definition and no union for sure. (The Antelope Wife)

Oh no. I've just accidently paid a visit to the cakeshop of love. I haven't put back my Italian cakey, but I have accidentally picked up a Dave the Tart.

I was rather fond of her, but I was even fonder of my vices, my mania for running away from everywhere in search of God knows what, driven, I suppose, by stupid pride, by a sense of some sort of superiority

Lie, copulate, and die.

L'amour c'est comme l'alcool, plus on est impuissant et saoul et plus on se croit fort et malin, et sûr de ses droits.

Love...is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite...

Almost every desire a poor man has is a punishable offense.

He's fiddling around in his pocket...nothing to worry about...all the young ones fiddle around in their pockets...a pistol? an erection?

Hurry hurry, cram yourself full of dreams to carry you through the life that's waiting for you outside, when you leave here, to help you last a few days more in that nightmare of things and people. Among the dreams, choose the ones most likely to warm your soul.

Whether you're making love to the ladies or postulating the infinite, you'll still get all flabby one day!

We keep going, we fuel and refuel, we pass on our life to a biped of the next century, with frenzy, at any cost, as if it were the greatest of pleasures to perpetuate ourselves, as if, when all's said and done, it would make us immortal.