Quotes About Desire

We all wish to be loved alone.

The acquisitive instinct is incompatible with true appreciation of beauty.

One comes in the end to realize that there is no permanent pure-relationship and there should not be. It is not even something to be desired. The pure relationship is limited, in space and in time. In its essence it implies exclusion. It excludes the rest of life, other relationships, other sides of personality, other responsibilities, other possibilities in the future. It excludes growth.

She had never been beautiful- she had known that from the start- but she would like to have been loved, above all things. She would have to settle for being liked, perhaps for being trusted, respected. Best of all would have been to have had the courage to stand up for herself and fight for what she believed in.

Had he any choice? Can one decide whether to love or not? Yes, probably. One could walk away from life and choose half a life, paralysis of the soul.

Do you not think sometimes we value a thing merely because we have paid for it?" she asked. "And perhaps paid too much? And so we cling to it, and go on paying?

He stopped. He could see in her face that she had not even thought of that sort of love. The very idea of a consuming sexual passion which culminated in murder was something that had not occurred to her with regard to herself and the general.

He was a man built to yearn for what he could not have.

Handsome people are often extremely selfish. To be able to charm others is very dangerous to the character. It comes as a shock, sometimes an unacceptable one, to find there is something you want and you may not have it.

I daresay in a way he deserved it, Joseph agreed with reluctance. But which of us can afford what we deserve? I need better, don't you?

When you are in love, there is not much that hurts as deeply as rejection.

After all, what healthy man, woken in his bed in the morning by a young, clear-skinned, well-rounded wench bending over him, would not be tempted?

Charlotte believed that the truth lay between, that having satisfied the requirements of family in particular and society at large by marrying once, she now had no desire to commit herself again unless it were for genuine affection—which apparently had not yet occurred.

She had never been beautiful—she had known that from the start—but she would like to have been loved, above all things. She would have to settle for being liked, perhaps for being trusted, respected.

She flushed hot to remember how utterly she had given herself to him in that one consuming kiss. All her heart and mind and will had been in it, all the things she could never ever have said to him.

There's a terrible temptation to look at only what you want to, and carefully avoid seeing anything else.

I was a newborn vampire, weeping at the beauty of the night.

Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.

Drink from me and live forever. Lestat de Lioncourt

Let the flesh instruct the mind.

I think to feel this happy is to be miserable, to feel this much satisfaction is to burn.

I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.

But during all these years I had a vague but persistent desire to return to New Orleans. I never forgot New Orleans. And when we were in tropical places and places of those flowers and trees that grow in Louisiana, I would think of it acutely and I would feel for my home the only glimmer of desire I felt for anything outside my endless pursuit of art.

Perhaps I fear him because I could love him again, and in loving him, I would come to need him, and in needing him, I would again be his faithful pupil in all things, only to discover that his patience for me is no substitute for the passion which long ago blazed in his eyes.