Quotes about Desire
Still, I wanted to believe; indeed I longed to; and, in the end, how much of belief comes from longing?
— Margaret Atwood
Amazing how the heart clutches at anything familiar, whimpering Mine!Mine!
— Margaret Atwood
I, too, was once like you: fatally hooked on life.
— Margaret Atwood
Even sex was no longer what it had once been, though he was still as addicted to it as ever. He felt jerked around by his own dick, as if the rest of him was merely an inconsequential knob that happened to be attached to one end of it. Maybe the thing would be happier if left to roam around on its own.
— Margaret Atwood
In reduced circumstances the desire to live attaches itself to strange objects. I would like a pet: a bird, say, or a cat. A familiar. Anything at all familiar.
— Margaret Atwood
Then she let him lick her fingers for her. He ran his tongue around the small ovals of her nails. This was the closest she could get to him without becoming food: she was in him, or part of her was in part of him. Sex was the other way around: While that was going on, he was in her. I'll make you mine, lovers said in old books. They never said, I'll make you me.
— Margaret Atwood
Perhaps they were looking for passion; perhaps they delved into this book as into a mysterious parcel - a gift box at the bottom of which, hidden in layers of rustling tissue paper, lay something they'd always longed for but couldn't ever grasp.
— Margaret Atwood
Despite their cool poses they wear their cravings on the outside, like the suckers on a squid. They want it all.
— Margaret Atwood
Which does a man prefer? Bacon and eggs, or worship? Sometimes one, sometimes the other, depending how hungry he is.
— Margaret Atwood
Me, it's the heart: that's the part lacking. I used to want one: a dainty cushion of red silk dangling from a blood ribbon, fit for sticking pins in. But I've changed my mind. Hearts hurt. — Margaret Atwood, from "The Tin Woodwoman Gets a Massage ," Dearly: New Poems (Ecco, 2020)
— Margaret Atwood
Life Stories: Why hunger for these? One, it fits a hunger. Maybe it is more like bossiness. Maybe we just want to be in charge of the life, no matter who lived it...
— Margaret Atwood
No one ever told you greed and hunger are not the same.
— Margaret Atwood