Desire

I’ll come no more behind your scenes, David; for the silk stockings and white bosoms of your actresses excite my amorous propensities.

I have desired to go

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

Not all that tempts your wand’ring eyes

What female heart can gold despise?

Man wants but little here below,

If I love you, what does that matter to you!

Can draw you to her with a single hair.

She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,

Go, and catch a falling star,

Come live with me, and be my love,

Take me to you, imprison me, for I

License my roving hands, and let them go,

Gluttony is an emotional escape, a sign something is eating us.

To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun.

That moment she was mine, mine, fair, Perfectly pure and good.

What is it men in women do require?

Never pain to tell thy love

He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.

Money, it turned out, was exactly like sex, you thought of nothing else if you didn’t have it and thought of other things if you did.

Give me chastity and continency—but not yet!

The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews

Champions are made from something they have deep inside them: a desire, a dream, a vision.

Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes-Benz, My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.