desire

How we need that security. How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this. I need someone to pour myself into.

I've wandered through the real world, and written myself through the darkness of the streets inside me. I see people walking through the city and wonder where they've been, and what the moments of their lives have done to them. If they're anything like me, their moments have held them up and shot them down.Sometimes I just survive.But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.That's when the stories show up in me.They find me all the time.They're made of underdogs and fighters. They're made of hunger and desire and trying to live decent.The only trouble is, I don't know which of those stories comes first.Maybe they all just merge into one.We'll see, I guess.I'll let you know when I decide.

There is a story told of one old wise man, whose name was Mencius. He was a follower of Confucius and he died when he was very, very old. Somebody asked him: If you were given life again, how will you start it? Said Mencius: I will pay more attention to my needs and less attention to my desires. And this realisation will come to you also. But it always comes very late and then life is no more in your hands. If you were given life again....

Desires are very cunning and complex. You are frustrated, but not because of needs. You are frustrated because of desires. And if desires take too much of your energy you will be unable to fulfill your needs also, because who is there to fulfill them? You are moving into the future; you are thinking of the future; your mind is dreaming. Who is there to fulfill ordinary needs of the day? You are not there. And you would like to remain hungry but reach the horizon. You would like to postpone needs so that the whole energy moves towards the desire. But in the end, you find that the desire is not fulfilled, and because needs have been neglected, in the end you are just a ruin. And the time that is lost cannot be regained; you cannot go back.

I understand it was Derian who spoiled everything. He purposefully tainted your view of me and forced you to go along with him. I know none of what happened was your idea or your desire, Eena.__he didn__ get up, but spoke from her curled position. Her voice was weak, still heavy with despair. __erian didn__ force me to do anything.___ut if he hadn__ influenced you, we would be enjoying a pleasant dinner again, telling stories and laughing. I__ sure that would be the case. You would be happy_and so would I.__ena chuckled without amusement.__ou have to admit we shared some very enjoyable evenings, didn__ we? There__ really no reason we can__ put this whole mess behind us and start from where we left off._ He sounded genuinely serious.__ou forget,_ she reminded him, __ heard your conversation with the Ghengats. This isn__ about Derian, it__ about you.___lright,_ he admitted with an acquiescent sigh, __o I__ not everything you__ hoped for. But really, what man can ever live up to any woman__ terribly high expectations?__his got her attention. She almost stood up to face him, but decided it wasn__ worth the effort. Leaning forward, she retorted, __xpecting a man to respect you, to be honest with you, and, oh yes, to not be a shameless murderer__ don__ think those are overly high expectations!__e shrugged, casually excusing his faults. __obody__ perfect.___hat do you want?_ she finally asked, exasperated.He squatted to her level and stated his desire. __ want you.__ena thought the expression on his face__he look in his weary blue eyes__ppeared strangely sincere. But there was one thing she had learned from all this: never trust a master of deceit.

The world yearns. This is its sure gravity: the attraction of bodies. Earth for molten star. Moon for earth. A hand for the orb of a breast. This is its movement too: the motion of desire, of a longing toward.

One must count ones riches by the means one has to satisfy his desires.

A mental disease has swept the planet: banalization. Everyone is hypnotized by production and comfort -- sewage system, elevator, bathroom, washing machine. This state of affairs, which arose out of a struggle against poverty, overshoots its ultimate goal -- the liberation of humanity from material cares -- and becomes an obsessive image hanging over the present. Between love and a garbage disposal, young people of all countries have made their choice and prefer the garbage disposal. A complete and sudden change of spirit has become essential, by bringing to light forgotten desires and creating entirely new ones. And by an intensive propaganda in favor of these desires.Gilles Ivain (aka Ivan Chtcheglov)

If you have nothing left to want, then you just wait. Until there's nothing left to wait for.

I do not mind when you tell me what you want and put that first instead of last.

And in his eyes he had the look of the cat who inspires a desire to caress but loves no one, who never feels he must respond to the impulses he arouses.

It has become necessary for me to have this woman, so as to save myself from the ridicule of being in love with her: for to what lengths will a man not be driven by thwarted desire?

Ladies, I think I speak for the majority of us on the face of the planet when I say we all have that guy who__ grown on us like a f*cking fungus. You know the kind I__ talking about--maybe he was your high school teacher or best friend__ dad--some piece of man candy so hot and edible that no matter what you do, you can__ outrun the pull he has on you.

Okay, let__ put it this way. I would like to sleep with you. But it__ alright if I don__ sleep with you. What I__ saying is I__ like to be as fair as possible. I don__ want to force anything on anybody, any more than I__ want anything forced on me. It__ enough that I feel your presence or see your commas swirling around me.

Every man has his secret desire, I suppose, and mine is someday to own a farm.

What lurking temptations to forbidden tenderness find their finding-places in a woman's dressing-gown, when she is alone in her room at night!

He desired her and, so far as her virginal emotions went, she contemplated a surrender with equanimity. Yet she knew she would forget him half an hour after she left him - like an actor kissed in a picture.

Was our intimacy paid for in the wrong currency? Or is intimacy the desired product no matter where you find it, how you acquire it, what you pay for it, black market, grey market, taxed, untaxed, under the table, over the counter.