desire

The desire of God is an expression of his need

Nothing is left of meEach time I see her

God desires to teach us how to submit to others and how to take the second place

When we stake a claim to the needs and wants of our life, we may easily fail to live up to the standards of others. Empathy and connectedness, however, might bridge the gap, by stirring our consciousness of the sensitive queries and by assessing the intricate framework of our surroundings with their countless, prickly nitty-gritties. ("Absence of Desire")

If I ever meet you againI__l just look at your eyesI will try to smile_Smile and savor the momentBut we __l live in our own worldA world devoid of anxiety and acrimony.

God has a need one that only mankind can fulfil

Do not, however, make the mistake of thinking that all desire is yearning.

Johnathan had known he wouldn't be able to simply shut off his thoughts and go to sleep. His entire body - everything he could feel, at leastleast like a tightly coiled spring.

Nothing in the world can take the place of Persistence. The desire and ability to press on has and always will solve the problems of the human race and divide those who achieve from those who might have been.

...it's better to wake up amid the pangs of desire than amid those of remorse.

I want his eyes to stop looking at me like that, and at the same time, I have always wanted to be looked at just like that. Now, when I look into the brown depths of his eyes_ I feel desired. I feel confident.I feel free.I feel like a woman.

Let us not still our anger against indifference and inattention and let us not glitziness, superciliousness and mumbo jumbo slither into our thinking and our actions, if we don__ want our conscience to be backfired on. (__wilight of desire_)

Ah, desire. Such a poisonous thing.

Part those sheetslike holy watersand I will worship you skinlike a born-againbeliever.

Distortion is part of desire. We always change the things we want.

Johnathan had known he wouldn't be able to simply shut off his thoughts and go to sleep. His entire body - everything he could feel, at least - was like a tightly coiled spring.

And yet, about two weeks after his arrival, all I wanted every night was for him to leave his room, not via its front door, but through the French windows on our balcony. I wanted to hear his window open, hear his espadrilles on the balcony, and then the sound of my own window, which was never locked, being pushed open as he__ step into my room after everyone had gone to bed, slip under my covers, undress me without asking, and after making me want him more than I thought I could ever want another living soul, gently, softly, and, with the kindness one Jew extends to another, work his way into my body, gently and softly, after heeding the words I__ been rehearsing for days now, Please, don__ hurt me, which meant, Hurt me all you want.

There can be no god without desire.