Quotes About Desire

I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.

My desire wandered—I became all desire and warmth.

Wear that beautiful dress you had on when you first came to Clichy. I want to see the white of your flesh against it. I want to commit excesses.

It was a period of drunkenness, of blindness, of living only with the hands and mouth and body.

Could she love such an unstormy sky as his eyes, such a downy and untarnished skin, such a candid smile?

Somehow in the whore the cold womb, constantly subjected to desire, produces a phenomenon. All the eroticism comes to the surface. The constant living with a penis inside of one does something fascinating to a woman. The womb seems to be exposed, to be present in every aspect of her.

The more hunger, the greater the desires

And another reason why I could not live with Dostoevsky alone, and had to find something else, is that in Lawrence the "darkness" was mostly sexual—and there is not quite enough sexuality in Dostoevsky.

What he asked was not the caprice of a lover, but the desire of a painter, of an artist. His eyes were hungry for her beauty.

but the truth is I am terribly weak. And I crave the balm of beautiful and soft things.

me he enfrentado a mis sentimientos. Soy plenamente concientes de ellos.Prro aún no he encontrado a nadie con quién quisiera vivirlos hasta el final. Por otra parte no estoy segura de que es lo que quiero vivir hasta el final.

Su belleza me embargó. Mientras permanecía sentada frente a ella, me di cuenta de que sería capaz de hacer cualquier locura por aquella mujer, lo que me pidiera. Henry se desvaneció. Ella era el color, la brillantez, lo extraño.

Što da radim sa svojom sre?om? Kako da je sa?uvam, sakrijem, zakopam nekamo gdje ne nikad ne?u izgubiti? Želim se spustiti na koljena i pustiti da pada po meni poput kiše, skupiti je u ?ipku i svilu te je ponovo stisnuti uza se.

Henry no puede hacer que la ame menos, pero sí puede atormentarme haciendo que aparezca más irreal, más desinteresada, demostrando que June no existe, que sólo existe una imagen, inventada por nosotros, por la mente de Henry, y por mi poesía.

Anaïs, I can't say much now—I am in a fever.

Me siento atrapada entre la belleza de June y el genio de Henry. De manera distinta, me entrego a los dos, una parte de mí para cada uno. Pero amo a June con locura, fuera de toda razón. Henry me da vida. June me da muerte. He de escoger y no puedo. Ofrecer a Henry todos los sentimientos que he experimentado respecto a June es exactamente como entregarme a él en cuerpo y alma.

A veces, June, tengo que imaginar que estás ahí. Tengo la sensación de que quiero ser tú. Antes nunca había querido ser nadie más que yo. Ahora quiero fundirme en ti, estar tan cerca de ti que mi propio ser desaparezca.

You don't know what sensuality is. Hugo and I do. It's in us, not in your devious practices; it's in feeling, in passion, in love.

I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women, to enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy.

I will never settle down, never have a home. My symbol is a roving ship. I am a writer. I would rather have been a courtesan. the rest is in the diary

El placer anormal anula el gusto por el normal.

One goes to the magician, as one goes to the analyst, or any quack—to reaffirm one's own secret volitions. Not to be cured, not to be warned, not to be saved, but to become what one wants to be.

But listen, I must finish Lawrence, Joyce & Proust. It's driving me nuts. I feel like a slacker. I'll spit them out alive, if necessary. I'm screwed up to a frenzy. Vino, vino . . . I wish I had the taste for it. Vino isn't strong enough. It's blood I want. Henry

I am writing you constantly—in my head and the days pass and I wonder what you will think.