Quotes Tagged "desire"

Wisdom is ours for the asking if we so desire.

When what you are insulted by meets what you have a strong desire to do, then that would bring you significance.

A fruit that comes forth is the desire and joy for the labour of a farmer.

A desire and a goal not to be subservient to another or to be in charge of one’s life is a good thing to do.

Greed is an excessive desire for something more than one’s proper share.

God loves justice and He desires mankind to love the same.

There is an innate and strong desire in every human being to be heard.

Guard yourself with a positive attitude, conviction, hope and fulfillment of your heart’s desire.

People who desire to acquire success need to have knowledge

Desire: When all you can think about is what they could do for you. Love: When all you can think about is what you can do for them.

NIGHT TIME PASSIONS My tongue remembers your name. It whispers it to itself at night, thinking I am asleep, not realising its linguistic dance is keeping me from slumber. My tongue remembers your taste too, but keeps those wet memories to itself, no matter how much I ask.

I want to be the only thing touching him. I want to be the only thing that ever touches him again. I will be envious of every shirt he ever wears, the cuffs of his coats, the trousers going soft with wear where they rub his inner thighs.

I wake up everyday, wanting to see your smiling face... It's both at the same time - the desire and motivation!

The atoms in my body crave for the atoms in your body. We can't stay apart!

Kiss me hard, let your wetness linger along my lips. I want to drown against you, our bodies woven together and raging in ecstatic synchrony. I don’t want to lie in an easy, hollow embrace. I want to feel the hunger emanating from you. I want the desire to swallow me. I want it to hurt. I want you to show me that this matters. That we matter. That you would risk it all for me. Love me with everything you have or don’t love me at all.

She smells like passion; like irresistible desire and temptation. She’s eclipsing in a daytime and shining at night. She smells like nakedness, even when she is warmly dressed. She has wild eyes. She smells like seduction; she is both an apple and a snake. She smells like great expectations; like success; like centuries-old glory. She’s like the last refuge. She smells like a final wish. She smells like a new beginning.

Meditation did not relieve me of my anxiety so much as flesh it out. It took my anxious response to the world, about which I felt a lot of confusion and shame, and let me understand it more completely. Perhaps the best way to phrase it is to say that meditation showed me that the other side of anxiety is desire. They exist in relationship to each other, not independently.

If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.

Reality is at least a billion trillions times less malleable than our desires.

Sensuality is a temple. Enter with total surrender or not at all.