desire

The problem is that the desire to change is fundamentally a form of aggression toward yourself.

There are few qualities more vital than a strong yearning. That desire to reach a little farther, to be a little more, yearning...for a piece of something greater, can often make all the difference.

I want to need you.

Standing each by his monster, they looked at each other, and smiled

I felt that I could swim for miles, out into the ocean: a desire for freedom, an impulse to move, tugged at me as though it were a thread fastened to my chest. It was an impulse I knew well, and I had learned that it was not the summons from a larger world I used to believe it to be. It was simply a desire to escape from what I had.

This was to say, however, that she did not long, at times, for some even greater variation, that she did not pass through those abnormal hours in which one thirsts for something different from what one has, when those people who, through lack of energy or imagination, are unable to generate any motive power in themselves, cry out, as the clock strikes or the postman knocks, in their eagerness for news (even if it be bad news), for some emotion (even that of grief); when the heartstrings, which prosperity has silenced, like a harp laid by, yearn to be plucked and sounded again by some hand, even a brutal hand, even if it shall break them; when the will, which has with such difficulty brought itself to subdue to its impulse, to renounce its right to abandon itself to its own uncontrolled desires, and consequent sufferings, would fain cast its guiding reins into the hands of circumstances, coercive and, it may be, cruel.

In Freud__ story our possibilities for satisfaction depend upon our capacity for frustration; if we can__ let ourselves feel our frustration _ and, surprisingly, this is a surprisingly difficult thing to do _ we can__ get a sense of what it is we might be wanting, and missing, of what might really give us pleasure.

I want to sleep with you. Now, tonight, and at any time you may care to call me. I want your naked body, your skin. your mouth, your hands...__ want you like an animal...or a whore.

It can be good to be given what you want; it can be better, in the end, never to have it proved to you that this is what you wanted

The cook says, __s a young lass, I thought nothing as important as the love of a brave and __ndsome man; now I__ an old crone, I know full well that it is, but only when he__ moneyed enough to keep you. The young may think they can live on sweet embraces but they won__ fill your belly _ or not as you may be intending at any rate!

Inherent in every living thing is an insatiable hunger, the innate desire to express life by freely and fully being __hat_ it was uniquely created to be. To personalize this, consider the possibility that there was a time when you were a __hat_ before you were a __ho._ If you can wrap your mind around that possibility, then, the question to explore is, what were you before you became a who__nd why did you become the who you uniquely are when there are so many other __ho__ on the planet you might have been? While this may seem like a bit of a paradoxi- cal tongue twister, it is the quintessential question that requires exploration if you are to follow your true North Star back to your point of origin, where you__l find your authentic self waiting to weave itself into the fabric of your human life today and every day.

Delicacy in shaping desires of any kind will help to reach excellence, but failure will bring disaster.

I do. I choose you, which is to choose him and the others and t

It wasn't a glorious or grand act of misadventure but it was a start. It wasn't what I should have done but it was what I truly wanted to do.

She recognized that this city was a place that granted you only what you were willing to claim

Fuck! The things she does to me with a simple kiss.

Our dreams wrapped in desire let us fly high enough to get the reward.

The way in which art creates desire, I guess that__ everywhere. Is there anyone who hasn__ come out of a movie or a play or a concert filled with an unnameable hunger? _ To stand in front of one of [Louis Sullivan__] buildings and look up, or in front, say, of the facade of Notre Dame, is both to have a hunger satisfied that you maybe didn__ know you had, and also to have a new hunger awakened in you. I say __nnameable,_ but there__ a certain kind of balance achieved in certain works of art that feels like satiety, a place to rest, and there are others that are like a tear in the cosmos, that open up something raw in us, wonder or terror or longing. I suppose that__ why people who write about aesthetics want to distinguish between the beautiful and sublime_ Beauty sends out ripples, like a pebble tossed in a pond, and the ripples as they spread seem to evoke among other things a stirring of curiosity. The aesthetic effect of a Vermeer painting is a bit like that. Some paradox of stillness and motion. Desire appeased and awakened.