Quotes About Desire

What then is freedom? The power to live as one wishes.

Angustus animus pec?niam amat.

I do not understand what the man who is happy wants in order to be happier.

If people think that friendship springs from weakness and from a purpose to secure someone through whom we may obtain that which we lack, they assign her, if I may so express it, a lowly pedigree indeed, and an origin far from noble, and they would make her the daughter of poverty and want.

for my own part I cannot cordially approve, I merely tolerate, a philosopher who talks of setting bounds to the desires. Is it possible for desire to be kept within bounds? It ought to be destroyed, uprooted altogether.

Zoals de dwaasheid nooit tevreden is, zelfs niet als haar wensen worden vervuld, zo is de wijsheid steeds tevreden met wat voorhanden is, en heeft nooit onvrede met zichzelf.

It said: Dearest Milla, My sould needs yours. Love, Jimmy

You are the woman who desires my kiss, and I thirst for you.

They said I was the most beautiful of women. My beauty was a beauty that inspired as much fear as desire.

There was nothing humble in his gaze. Nothing brotherly, either. It was the kind of look that made Sililli's hackles rise. The look of a young animal, inflamed by Sarai's beauty and heavy with desire.

Romance takes place in the middle distance. Romance is looking in at yourself through a window clouded with dew. Romance means leaving things out: where life grunts and shuffles, romance only sighs.

I want to be held and told my name. I want to be valued, in ways that I am not; I want to be more than valuable. I repeat my former name; remind myself of what I once could do, how others saw me. I want to steal something.

I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession with undertones of nausea.

We yearned for the future. How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability?

When I am lonely for boys it's their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of the movie theaters, the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip. Looking at them sideways, I examine them in different lights. My love for them is visual: that is the part of them I would like to possess. Don't move, I think. Stay like that, let me have that.

Nobody dies from the lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.

People cry at weddings for the same reason they cry at happy endings: because they so desperately want to believe in something they know is not credible.

I want everything back, the way it was. But there is no point to it, this wanting.

To want is to have a weakness.

And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional.

The desire to be loved is the last illusion Give it up and you will be free.

You can wet the rim of a glass and run your finger around the rim and it will make a sound. This is what I feel like: this sound of glass. I feel like the word shatter . I want to be with someone.

There's something to be said for hunger: at least it lets you know you're still alive.

Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?