Quotes About Desire

The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs.

Two ideas are psychologically deep-rooted in man: self-protection and self-preservation. For self-protection man has created God, on whom he depends for his own protection, safety and security, just as a child depends on its parent. For self-preservation man has conceived the idea of an immortal Soul or Atman, which will live eternally. In his ignorance, weakness, fear, and desire, man needs these two things to console himself. Hence he clings to them deeply and fanatically.

Your Majesty, I took the liberty because I was so desirous of visiting alone with you for a few minutes before the rest of the other peasants arrived.

Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories.

I need love more than ever now ... I need your love, I need love more than hope or money, wisdom or drink Because slow negative death withers the world - and only yes can turn the tide

Prayer is a refusal to settle for what is.

In his Sermon on the Mount, [Jesus] declares to his disciples: No one can serve two masters; for a slave will either hate the one and love the other, or be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and wealth. (Matt. 6: 24) The way of mammon (capital, wealth) is the way of commodity that is the way of endless desire, endless productivity, and endless restlessness without any Sabbath. Jesus taught his disciples that they could not have it both ways.

The way of mammon (capital, wealth) is the way of commodity that is the way of endless desire, endless productivity, and endless restlessness without any Sabbath. Jesus taught his disciples that they could not have it both ways.

Oh, pity the poor glutton Whose troubles all begin In struggling on and on to turn What's out into what's in.

Yes, after all, this by now was his customary loneliness: there was little else he desired for the present than the hospitality of the dark.

Wherever your heart rests There I will live and be blessed I've tried to line up the things I Needed to say but now my feelings just Tumble from me. I am half foolish, Half drunk with wanting you With wanting to take your hand And leap into the darkness of whatever Life will bring. Love makes me Brave and without love I'm made Nothing.

Forever in your arms Is where I want to be Holding you close Within the space That once held only me... Forever in your warmth The place for me and you I feel the sun Our life's just begun I know you feel it too

The movie is more real in so many ways than the life I am leading. No, that's not true. I just desperately wish this was only a movie.

And each one of us drives love from our lives, drives the longing, the desire for happiness and peace from our lives, each time we run from generosity. There is no love, there is no peace, there is no joy without him. He and he alone is our reward exceedingly great; no physical comfort, no thing, no person can ever truly fill our lives.

This tendency to set acceptable conditions upon God, to seek unconsciously to make his will for us coincide with our desires, is a very human trait.

Porn mainlined to the forebrain, electric orgasms courtesy of induction, screaming synthetic highs circuited to the mind, technicolor power fantasies jabbed right into one's primal need.

power becomes a slave to passion so easily, and to an unacknowledged passion easiest of all.

You long for a windfall that will let you quit and pursue your great hobby

If you ignore what a man desires, and you deny the very source of his power.

People always covet what they themselves do not possess.

Sometimes, in the course of my hopeless quest, I would pick up and dip into one of the ordinary books that lay strewn around the castle. Whenever I did, it seemed so insipid and insubstantial that I flew into a rage and hurled it at the wall after reading the first few sentences. I was spoilt for any other form of literature, and the mental torment I endured was comparable to the agony of unrequited love compounded by the withdrawal symptoms associated with a severe addiction.

Biblionekormanten könnten niemanden ws antun, nicht mal sich selbst, obwohl sie ständig mit dem Tod, mit Mord und Selbstauslöschung kokettieren. Sie sind lediglich am Ritual der literarischen Trauer interessiert. Das ist vielleicht die poetische Form der Todessehnsucht.

America was living off the canned foods of art, the things held over from years before. It knew, vaguely, that there was fresh fruit, fresh meat on the tables of Paris, and it wanted its share.

To burn always with this hard, gemlike flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life.