Quotes About Desire

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a Heaven for? R. Browning, Andrea del Sarto.

And I tell you, if you have the desire for knowledge and the power to give it physical expression, go out and explore.

Dwell not upon thy weariness, thy strength shall be according to the measure of thy desire.

A man who lives, not by what he loves but what he hates, is a sick man.

You wanted justice and there was none- only love.

In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side with your hands between your thighs.

If we drink from the fountain of wisdom, We thirst for its waters e'ermore.

Freedom is not in doing what you want to do, but in becoming what you want to be.

Luxury is an ancient notion. There was once a Chinese mandarin who had himself wakened three times every morning simply for the pleasure of being told it was not yet time to get up.

He wanted their worlds to pull apart and never rejoin.

She knew what Silas wanted. He wanted her to believe Amos was alive somewhere. Silas wanted help, clinging to his hope. She knew her son. For all her dislike of how much he was like his father, she knew him.

To love you is her nature. But hers is a love from which no good may come. And your desire for her will lead only to cold, dark places.

I yield to nobody in my admiration for God, but he's no good in bed.

She thought, watching him, 'I am in a bath, naked in a bath with no bubbles, and a man is washing me; my reputation is doomed and to hell with it. I've been to hell and all I wanted in it was to be alive for this man. Who carried me out of it.

This infatuation must be dispelled; it is necessary for me not to admire you. I do not wish to fall in love.

It's a great paradox and a great injustice that writers write because we fear death and want to leave something indestructable in our wake, and at the same time, are drawn to things that kill: whiskey and cigarette, unprotected sex and deep fried burritos. It's true that you can get away with drinking and smoking and sunbathing when you're in your teens and twenties, and it's true that rock stars are free to die at twenty-nine, but a lit star needs a long life.

I wanted what we all want: everything. We want a mate who feels like family and a lover who is exotic, surprising. We want to be youthful adventurers and middle-aged mothers. We want intimacy and autonomy, safety and stimulation, reassurance and novelty, coziness and thrills. But we can't have it all.

Sex is one of the most interesting things we as humans have to play with, and we've reduced it to polyester underpants and implants. We are selling ourselves unbelievably short.

I asked her if she'd ever wanted children. She told me, "Everybody doesn't get everything." It sounded depressing to me at the time, a statement of defeat. Now admitting it seems like the obvious and essential work of growing up. Everybody doesn't get everything: as natural and unavoidable as mortality.

These are not stories about girls getting what they want sexually, they are stories about girls gaining acclaim socially, for which their sexuality is a tool.

Men jeg ville ikke spise og bli stor og sterk. Jeg ville være liten og forsvinne – gå opp i ingenting.

Det begynte altså med medisinskapet hjemme og Arzfelds Ritalin – og fortsatte med de samme og andre jeg fikk tak i – piller for oppstemthet, sovepiller, «selskapspiller», neddempende, maxiton, sjøsyketabletter og barbitus – samme faen – begge veier – alt gikk ned. Jeg ville være alle andre steder enn i virkeligheten – den ble for sterk.

God, I'm a girl with a cursed fate. I've fallen in love with a boy and I want to be happy.

Love... pain... they're all just fragments of my dream!