I think the cultural task is to separate our impulses and needs and desires from the supernatural and, above all, from the superstitious.
Though some will try to deny it, I believe that every woman, at some time in her life, has had or will have the desire to pose nude.
Almost every one has a predominant inclination, to which his other desires and affections submit, and which governs him, though perhaps with some intervals, though the whole course of his life.
The impulse to share the lives of the poor, the desire to make social service, irrespective of propaganda, express the spirit of Christ, is as old as Christianity itself.
Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
The only legitimate use for a glove is to cover an injury. . . A desire to prevent callus formation (possibly so as to not snag one's pantyhose) does not constitute a legitimate use. And if you do insist on wearing gloves, make sure they match your purse.
Our vanity desires that what we do best should be considered what is hardest for us.
The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential. . . these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence.
I'd like a drink. I desire to forget life. Life is a hideous invention by somebody I don't know. It doesn't last, and it's good for nothing. You break your neck simply living.
You can look for external sources of motivation and that can catalyze a change, but it won't sustain one. It has to be from an internal desire.
Discipline imposed from the outside eventually defeats when it is not matched by desire from within.
There comes always a moment when the desire to act, however ill the cause, is stronger than the wish to listen.
If a chemical drug like Viagra is accepted by society and by the world to ignite desire, then what is the problem with my audio-visual drug called cinema which ignites desire? Both are basically doing the same thing!
I am not for any form of repression, but I sometimes think the desire for liberation masks the desire for oblivion. It's very hard to tell the difference sometimes.
A meal can be thought of as a ritual and a work of art, with limits laid down, desires aroused and fulfilled, enticements, variety, patterning and plot. As in a work of art, not only the overall form, but also the details matter intensely.
The man who is extremely and dangerously hungry has no other interest but food. Capacities not useful for the satisfying of hunger are pushed into the background. 'But what happens to man's desires when there is plenty of food and his belly in chronically filled? At once, other (and higher) needs emerge and these, rather than the psychological hungers, dominate the organism.
The dead are happy, having no desire. I rise and fall, and rise and fall again, Something is in me, famishing for bread, Baffled and unappeasable as fire.
It's true that the biggest value of life is that it's going to stop. I was thinking when I was in New York the last time that all that we see that has importance is man-made. It isn't nature-made. And when I was looking through the window, looking at New York, I was so moved by humanity's desire for immortality-because that's what it is.
Desire is storm, greed is whirlpool, pride is precipice, attachment is avalanche, ego is volcano. Discard desire and you are liberated.
All you need is something to say, and a burning desire to say it. . . it doesn't matter where your hands are.
