Desire

Human behavior flows from three main sources: desire, emotion, and knowledge.

There comes a moment in the day, when you have written your pages in the morning, attended to your correspondence in the afternoon, and have nothing further to do. Then comes the hour when you are bored; that’s the time for sex.

I put for a general inclination of all mankind, a perpetual and restless desire of power after power, that ceaseth only in death.

Brooding on God, I may become a man. Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire; What burns me now? Desire, desire, desire.

C’est Vénus tout entière à sa proie attachée.

You think it horrible that lust and rage Should dance attention upon my old age; They were not such a plague when I was young; What else have I to spur me into song?

Bird sighs for the air, Thought for I know not where, For the womb the seed sighs. Now sinks the same rest On mind, on nest, On straining thighs.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time…

Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.

Love is of the beautiful, and therefore has not the beautiful. And the beautiful is the good, and therefore, in wanting and desiring the beautiful, love also wants and desires the good

Although reason were intended by Providenceto govern our passions, yet it seems that, in two points of the greatest moment to the being and continuance of the world, God hath intendedour passions to prevail over reason. The first is, the propagation of our species, since no wiseman ever married from the dictates of reason.The other is, the love of life, which, from the dictates of reason, every man would despise, and wish it at an end, or that it never had abeginning.

You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat: So I did sit and eat.

But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?

Give me chastity and continency—but not yet!

For flavor, Instant Sex will never supersede the stuff you had to peel and cook.

The lover is moved by the beloved object as the senses are by sensual objects; and they unite and become one and the same thing. The work is the first thing born of this union; if the thing loved is base the lover becomes base.

That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

O for a beaker full of the warm South,

Wise wretch! with pleasures too refin’d to please; With too much spirit to be e’er at ease; With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought. You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.

I’m tired of Love: I’m still more tired of Rhyme. But Money gives me pleasure all the time.

And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind.

What is it men in women do require?

What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been