Quotes About Desire

nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from. There's nobody here I can love, all the people I could love are dead or elsewhere. Who knows where they are or what their names are now? They might as well be nowhere, as I am for them. I too am a missing person.

Help is what they offer but gratitude is what they want, they roll around in it like cats in the catnip.

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 snuffles, romance only sighs. Does she want more than that –more of him? Does she want the whole picture?

This is what I feel like: this sound of glass. I feel like the word shatter. I want to be with someone

Ger says that Kat has a tendency to push things to extremes, to go over the edge, merely from a juvenile desire to shock, which is hardly a substitute for wit. One of these days, he says, she will go way too far. Too far for him, is what he means.

Confronted by too much emptiness, said Adam One, the brain invents. Loneliness creates company as thirst creates water. How many sailors have been wrecked in pursuit of islands that were merely a shimmering?

Orpheus 2 He has been trying to sing Love into existence again And he has failed.

She longs for tonight, she longs to skip the day that's just begun and plunge headlong into the night as if into a pool; a pool with the moon reflected in it. She longs to swim in liquid moonlight.

there is something in your throat that wants to get out and you won't let it.

But I envy the Commander's Wife her knitting. It's good to have small goals that can be easily attained.

Men are sex machines, said Aunt Lydia, and not much more. They only want one thing. You must learn to manipulate them, for your own good.

Possibly, then, writing has to do with darkness, and a desire or perhaps a compulsion to enter it, and, with luck, to illuminate it, and to bring something back out to the light.

bye-bye love, as in songs. All alone now. It was so sad. Why did such things have to disintegrate like that? Why did longing and desire, and friendliness and goodwill too, have to shatter into pieces? Why did they have to be so thoroughfully over? I could make myself cry even more by repeating the key word: love,alone, sad, over. I did it on purpose.

My red skirt is hitched up to my waist, though no higher. Below it the Commander is fucking. What he is fucking is the lower part of my body.

What he wants is intimacy, but I can't give him that.

China does not exist. Nevertheless, she longs to be there.

on the Street of Dreams it was dream eat dream.

Then I find I'm not ashamed after all. I enjoy the power; power of a dog bone, passive but there.

Most hearts say, I want, I want, I want, I want. My heart is more duplicitous, though to twin as I once thought. It says, I want, I don't want, I want, and then a pause. It forces me to listen

She had loved him, uselessly.

Per il Paradiso abbiamo bisogno di Te. L'Inferno ce lo possiamo fare da soli.

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

Temptation comes next. At the Center, temptation was anything much more than eating and sleeping. Knowing was a temptation. What you don't know won't tempt you, Aunt Lydia used to say. Maybe

You're to love as a cock-teaser is to fucking.