Quotes About Desire

Und dann schlafe ich mit dem verrückten Gefühl ein, anders sein zu wollen als zu sein oder anders zu sein als zu wollen oder vielleicht auch anders zu tun als zu wollen oder zu sein.

If you were mine, I'd never leave you, Prudence. I couldn't.

Did he know she could barely think, let alone speak, for awareness of proximity of his fingers? Of course he knew. He was a rake. This is what he did.

S]he believed that the Buddhists were right–that if you want, you will suffer; if you love, you will grieve. (68)

For twenty years I have ached to go back home, when there was nobody there to whom I could return.

And that almost everyone was struggling to wake up, to be loved, and not feel so afraid all the time. That's what the cars, degrees, booze, and drugs were about.

I never had a particularly strong craving to procreate, except for earlier fantasies of wanting to be Marmee in Little Women.

When I feel like shoveling in food, the emptiness can be filled only with love (April 2012, O Magazine)

She wants to have hiked; I want to have had dessert.

Late Fragment And did you get what you wanted from this life even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth. RAYMOND CARVER

All I ever wanted was to belong, to wear that hat of belonging.

All I ever wanted was to belong, to wear the hat of belonging.

death is not the enemy; snakes are. And cheese: it is addictive and irresistible. I have had three kinds so far today.

my disease wanted me dead, but would settle for getting me drunk...

And did you get what you wanted from this life even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

What I know I wish I didn't. What I'd give anything to know, I have to wait and see.

From the outset, people's experiences of desire and rage, memory and power, community and revolt are inflected and mediated by the institutions through which they find their meaning - and which they, in turn, transform.

They waited until I was asleep, then roused themselves, exhausted as swimmers, grey between the empty trees. Their hair in tufts, open sores where ears used to be, grubs twisting from their chests. The grotesque remains of incomplete lives, the embodied complexities of desires eternally denied.

The grotesque remains of incomplete lives, the embodied complexity of desires eternally denied

Everything today has been heavy and brown. Bring me a Unicorn to ride about the town.

I want to be pure in heart -- but I like to wear my purple dress.

The collector walks with blinders on; he sees nothing but the prize.

The desire forcontinuity of being-loved-alone seems to me the error bred in the bone of man. For there is no one-and-only, as a friend of mine once said in a similar discussion, there are just one-and-only moments.

The collector walks with blinders on; he sees nothing but the prize. In fact, the acquisitive instinct is incompatible with true appreciation of beauty.