Quotes About Urge

We do not do this thing because it is permitted. We do it because we have to. We do it because we are compelled.

There is at the heart of Romanticism an urge to withdraw into oneself in order to then transcend the boundaries of that self and connect with nature and the larger order.

the urge to be, to count for something, and, if death must come, to die valiantly, with acclamation—in short, to remain a memory.'

Theodore Finch, in search of the Great Manifesto." "I don't know what that means." "It means 'the urge to be, to count for something, and, if death must come, to die valiantly, with acclamation – in short, to remain a memory.

On March 23, 1950, Italian poet Cesare Pavese wrote: "Love is truly the great manifesto; the urge to be, to count for something, and, if death must come, to die valiantly, with acclamation—in short, to remain a memory.

Someone said to me once that a cigarette at the right moment is better than all the ideals in the world.

I want that quiet rapture agin. I want to feel the same powerful, nameless urge that I used to feel when I turned to my books. The breath of desire that then arose from the coloured backs of the books, shall fill me again, melt the heavy, dead lump of lead that lies somewhere in me and waken again the impatience of the future, the quick join the world of thought, it shall bring back again the lost eagerness of my youth. I sit and wait.

I want to feel that quiet rapture again. I want to feel the same powerful, nameless urge that I used to feel when I turned to my books. The breath of desire that then arose from the coloured backs of the books, shall fill me again, melt the heavy dead lump of lead that lies somewhere in me and waken again the impatience of the future, the quick joy in the world of thought, it shall bring back again the lost eagerness of my youth. I sit and wait.

DorinÈ›ele mele sunt împletite ciudat din pofte È™i abandon.

I feel excited; but I do not want to be, for that is not right. I want that quiet rapture again. I want to feel the same powerful, nameless urge that I used to feel when I turned to my books. The breath of desire that then arose from the coloured backs of the books, shall fill me again, melt the heavy, dead lump of lead that lies somewhere in me and waken again the impatience of the future, the quick joy in the world of thought, it shall bring back again

I want to feel the same powerful, nameless urge that I used to feel when I turned to my books. The breath of desire that then arose from the coloured backs of books, shall fill me again, melt the heavy, dead lump of lead that lies somewhere in me and waken in me the impatience of the future, the quick joy in the world of thought, it shall bring back again the lost eagerness of my youth. I sit and wait.

I wanted it so much. I don't know why I wanted it so much.

You have that pleasant air of a dog in heat.

Jones... I just don't understand. "Yes, I know that you don't," Jones replied, "but it's an odd thing you've been unable to grasp... See I'm not requiring you to understand. I am simply urging you to obey. For it is only when you obey that, eventually, you begin to understand

When you have an emergency, there is the urge to do whatever it takes to see people get assistance.

I think we all have the urge to be a clown, whether we know it or not.

When you want something enough, it brings out primal emotions. You get into this place of 'must happen, must happen.'

Man is primarily governed by passion and instinct.

In the same way, there is some creature gnawing away inside of me, urging me to do things in different ways.

Rather than numbing or drowning out the difficult-to-describe but urgently sensed feelings that are part of being human, poetry invites us to tease them out, to draw them into language that is rooted in intricate thought and strange impulse.

There was no life in the Abyss, save that which was incorporated in me," it tolled. "Nor was there light, nor motion, nor any sound. Only the urge behind and beyond life guided and impelled me on my upward journey, blind, insensate, inexorable. Through ages upon ages, and the changeless strata of darkness I climbed–

Unless I'm wrongI but obeyThe urge of a song:I'm—bound—away!And I may returnIf dissatisfiedWith what I learnFrom having died.

Instinct was clawing at him like an importuning dog.

organizations that spread and sustain excellence are infused with a "relentless restlessness"—that often uncomfortable urge for constant innovation, driven by the nagging feeling that things are never quite good enough.