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Quotes About Desire

God wants a people addicted to His pleasure, a people who serve Him for no other reason than the delight they take in Him. This is the very heart of worship. It is not self-centred. It is putting God at the very centre of self so that self cannot possibly be satisfied without Him.
~ John Crowder
They wanted eternal life; he gave them perpetual motion. It comes to the same thing, for such a race.
~ John Crowley
This was what he had once upon a time expected and hoped of all books that he opened, that each be the one book he required, his own book. For
~ John Crowley
First she wanted to taste the sweat that shone on his throat and fragile clavicle; then he chose to undo the tails of her shirt, that she had tied up beneath her breasts; then, but then impatient they forgot about taking turns and quarreled silently, eagerly over each other, like pirates dividing treasure long sought, long imagined, long withheld. In
~ John Crowley
I couldn't weep here, any more than I could hope. Of course he couldn't stay: and much as I wanted him by me, I wanted even more that my friend have what he wanted for himself.
~ John Crowley
It can happen to anybody, getting all hung up on some twenty-year-old quiff. Like the little dog in the freight yard, and the train nips off the end of his tail and he yelps and spins around and it cuts off his head. Never lose your head over a piece of tail.
~ John D Macdonald
I am wounded by theology, unhinged and uprooted by the blow it has delivered to my heart. Theology is my weakness, the way one has a weakness for sex or money, what I secretly desire, or maybe not so secretly, even as it desires everything of me. Still, with all due deference, like Johannes Climacus speaking of being a Christian, I would say that on my best days I am working at becoming theological.
~ John D. Caputo
Please not yet. Those are the three eternal words. Please not yet.
~ John D. MacDonald
Where lovers frequently change the object of their affections one may be reasonably sure to find that they are inspired by a false kind of love.
~ JOHN DANIEL BARRY
Love is why I came here in the first place.
~ John Denver
so many things I long for have so often been denied
~ John Denver
Time and memory are true artists; they remould reality nearer to the heart's desire.
~ John Dewey
Complete adaptation to environment means death. The essential point in all response is the desire to control environment.
~ John Dewey
A genuine purpose always starts with an impulse. Obstruction of the immediate execution of an impulse converts it into a desire. Nevertheless neither impulse nor desire is itself a purpose. A purpose is an end-view. That is, it involves foresight of the consequences which will result from acting upon impulse.
~ John Dewey
Intelligence converts desire into plans, systematic plans based on assembling facts, reporting events as they happen, keeping tab on them and analyzing them.
~ John Dewey
Traditional education tended to ignore the importance of personal impulse and desire as moving springs. But this is no reason why progressive education should identify impulse and desire with purpose and thereby pass lightly over the need for careful observation, for wide range of information, and for judgment is students are to share in the formation of the purposes which activate them
~ John Dewey
Hunger not to have, but to be
~ John Dewey
The most important attitude that can be formed is that of desire to go on learning.
~ John Dewey
If poisonous minerals, and if that tree,Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us,If lecherous goats, if serpents enviousCannot be damn'd; alas; why should I be?
~ John Donne
So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss,Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.
~ John Donne
Go, and catch a falling star,Get with child a mandrake root,Tell me, where all past years are,Or who cleft the Devil's foot.Teach me to hear mermaids singing.
~ John Donne
Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.
~ John Donne
Send home my long strayed eyes to me,Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.
~ John Donne
I wonder by my troth, what thou, and IDid, till we lov'd? were we not wean'd till thenBut suck'd on country pleasures, childishly?Or snorted we in the seven sleepers' den?
~ John Donne