Quotes About Desire

Winning is like sex—the spirit inevitably craves the next occasion.

Do you love him? Deryn swallowed, then pointed at the screen. He makes me feel like that. Like flying.

Being pretty-minded is simply the natural state for most people. They want to be vapid and lazy and vain . . . and selfish. It only takes a twist to lock in that part of their personalities.

Sometimes you can't choose what you love.

I want those perfect eyes and lips, and for everyone to look at me and gasp. And for everyone who sees me to think Who's that? and want to get to know me, and listen to what I say. I'd rather have something to say.

The world needed more fireworks- especially now that there was going to be a shortage of beautiful, useless things.

You young things are too easily persuaded by the touch of lips.

so pRetty i hAd to Eat hiM

Lilt pulled away. I saw what he was doing, so I cleared a path for him. I helped him do it... She shook her head, tears tracking the dust off her face, and turned to stare at the fallen tower. Have we all gone mad to want this?

Sometimes Tally felt she could almost accept brain damage if it meant a life without reconstituted noodles.

I often feel that way, I would like to open one of my veins, to bring me eternal freedom.

Oh dear, oh dear, that our frames should lack Wings with which to match our soaring spirit,

The wild desires no longer win us, The deeds of passion cease to chain; The love of Man revives within us, The love of God revives again.

Sometimes when we are talking she lays her hand upon mine, and in the eagerness of conversation comes closer to me, and her balmy breath reaches my lips,—when I feel as if lightning

I possess so much, but my love for her absorbs it all. I possess so much, but without her I have nothing.

Hay ocasiones en que no comprendo cómo puede amar a otro hombre, cómo se atreve a amar a otro hombre, cuando yo la amo con un amor tan perfecto, tan profundo, tan inmenso; cuando no conozco más que a ella, ni veo más que a ella, ni pienso más que en ella.

I treat my poor heart like a sick child, and gratify its every fancy. Do not mention this again: there are people who would censure me for it.

Sólo Dios sabe cuánto me cuesta mirar y remirar tantos encantos, sin atreverme a extender mis manos hacia ella. Apoderarse de lo que se ofrece a nuestra vista y nos embelesa, ¿no es un instinto propio de la humanidad? ¿No se esfuerza el niño por coger cuanto le gusta? Y yo..?

Sólo Dios sabe cuántas veces me he dormido con el deseo y la esperanza de no despertar jamás. Y al día siguiente abro los ojos, vuelvo a ver la luz del sol y siento de nuevo el peso de mi existencia.

I take the wildering whirl, enjoyment's keenest pain, Enamored hate, exhilarant disdain.

Ho tante cose in me, e ciò che sento per lei divora tutto; ho tante cose, e senza di lei non ho più nulla.

Memory extends as far as our self-interest.

Onu bu kadar s?k görmemeye kim bilir kaç kez karar verdim. Katlanabilir miyim hiç buna? Her yeni gün beni ba?tan ç?kar?yor, önceki gün ona gitmeyece?ime ne kadar yemin etsem bo?una; çünkü gün gelip çat?nca, yine kar?? konulmaz bir neden buluyorum ve bir bak?yorum ki yan?nday?m.

Those only obtain love who seek it not.