Desire

The great works are produced in such an ecstasy of love that they must always be unworthy of it, however great their worth otherwise.

Masks. - There are women who, however you may search them, prove to have no content but are purely masks. The man who associates with such almost spectral, necessarily unsatisfied beings is to be commiserated with, yet it is precisely they who are able to arouse the desire of the man most strongly: he seeks for her soul - and goes on seeking.

One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired.

In the end one loves one's desire and not what is desired.

As yet hath his knowledge not learned to smile, and to be without jealously ; as yet hath his gushing passion not become calm in beauty.

Love's cruel notion. - Every great love brings with it the cruel idea of killing the object of that love, so that he may be removed once and for all from the wicked game of change: for love dreads change more than it does destruction.

The drive to knowledge has become too strong for us to be able to want happiness without knowledge or of a strong, firmly rooted delusion; even to imagine such a state of things is painful to us! Restless discovering and divining has such an attraction for us, and has grown as indispensable to us as is to the lover his unrequited love, which he would at no price relinquish for a state of indifference – perhaps,indeed, we too are unrequited lovers.

Sensuality often hastens the "Growth of Love" so much that the roots remain weak and are easily torn up.

The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.

Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.

You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. Don't make money your goal. Instead, pursue the things you love doing, and then do them so well that people can't take their eyes off you.

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…

Love isn’t an emotion or an instinct–it’s an art.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

It isn’t tying himself to one woman that a man dreads when he thinks of marrying; it’s separating himself from all the others.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

It is not the man who has too little who is poor, but the one who craves more.

Before strongly desiring anything, we should look carefully into the happiness of its present owner.

Wars and revolutions and battles, you see, are due simply and solely to the body and its desires. All wars are undertaken for the acquisition of wealth; and the reason why we have to acquire wealth is the body, because we are slaves in its service.

The desire for sex turns the penis into a disobedient thing with a mind of its own. Like an animal that will not listen ..it tries to take complete control.

Lust is inseparably accompanied with the troubling of all order, with impudence, unseemliness, sloth, and dissoluteness.

Love is of something, and that which love desires is not that which love is or has; for no man desires that which he is or has. .

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