Quotes about Desire

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

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.

Last year I abstained this year I devour without guilt which is also an art

Which of us can resist the temptation of being thought indispensable?

If I thought this would never happen again I would die. But this is wrong, nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.

I wish I didn't have to think about you. You wanted to impress me; well, I'm not impressed, I'm disgusted...You wanted to make damn good and sure I'd never be able to turn over in bed again without feeling that body beside me, not there but tangible, like a leg that's been cut off. Gone but the place still hurts.

When power is scarce, a little of it is tempting.

He stops, looks up at this window, and I can see the white oblong of his face. We look at each other. I have no rose to toss, he has no lute. But it's the same kind of hunger.

Come away with me, he said, we will live on a desert island. I said, I am a desert island. It was not what he had in mind.

All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate.

Still, I wanted to believe; indeed I longed to; and, in the end, how much of belief comes from longing?

Amazing how the heart clutches at anything familiar, whimpering Mine!Mine!