desire

Let temporal things be in the use, eternal things in the desire.

The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire, gasoline and dreams.

The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews.

Transform your desire into love, and limits start to lose their usefulness.

When we pour out our miseries, He hears a melody of us needing and desiring what only He can give.

A pure love is a selfless love, but can desire ever be selfless?

Overheard on a Saltmarsh"Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?Give them me.No.Give them me. Give them me.No.Then I will howl all night in the reeds,Lie in the mud and howl for them.Goblin, why do you love them so?They are better than stars or water,Better than voices of winds that sing,Better than any man's fair daughter,Your green glass beads on a silver ring.Hush, I stole them out of the moon.Give me your beads, I want them.No.I will howl in the deep lagoonFor your green glass beads, I love them so.Give them me. Give them.No.

The greatest forces lie in the region of the uncomprehended.

My will and my desire were turned by love, the love that moves the sun and the other stars.' Dante was trying to explain faith, I think, as an overpowering love, and maybe it's blasphemous, but that's how I think of the way that I love you. You came into my life and suddenly I had one truth to hold on to-that I loved you, and you loved me.

The desire to criticise becomes less and less as the character is developed. It is the mark of a _e character never to be critical and to mention but rarely the faults of others. A strong character does not resist evil, but uses their strength in building the good. They know that when the light is made strong, the darkness will disappear of itself.

Sometimes you want to stay with someone, not only because it's magic and it's promising and it feels like home; but sometimes you find someone and you want to stay with him (or her)__ecause you're the same kind of animal.

Like a tenacious ivy, your presence clings onto the drab wall of my existence. Cling harder onto me love, like a blood sucking bed-bug who is never satiated.

I am a selfish, conceited, impudent little animal, it is true, but, after all, I am only one grand conglomeration of Wanting_

All that pent up longing,_ he says, __ll that desire to flail and flap around. Them wings have needs.

Desire is inspired by motivation, which gives us hope to believe in ourselves that we can set goals and pursue them successfully.

I think she is confused by the way I want her, which is like nobody else. I know this deep down. I want her in a new way, a way she's never been told about.

You__e driving me crazy, Blaire. Insane, baby. Fucking insane,

I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky. I heard it, and it said, "The world will never understand.