Quotes about Desire

What I want is a housekeeper. If I shaved every Sunday and went to church I'd get all the housekeepers I'd want. I'd be respectable then. But what's the use of going to church when it's all settled by predestination? Tell me that, Miss.

What hurt her was that she had never had a chance to be anything but an old maid. No man had ever desired her.

It's hard enough now, so I won't make it any harder. I want to go out so much—everything seems to be calling to me, 'Anne, Anne, come out to us. Anne, Anne, we want a playmate'—but it's better not. There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there?

In order to compete with sin's appeal, holy desire, the longing to live a Christlike life that displays the relational beauty of Christ to others, must be rooted in faith. And that faith exists only when it is lodged in the certainty that soon it will give way to an incomparable experience of joy that will forever destroy the appeal of sin.

A man looks at a "sex goddess" and lusts. A man looks at a feminine woman and worships.

We people aren't too different from the cows, are we? Never content with what we have, always leaning through the fence in search of more.

But desire of knowledge, like the thirst of riches, increases ever with the acquisition of it. The more my uncle Toby pored over his map, the more he took a liking to it!—by the same process and electrical assimilation, as I told you, through which I ween the souls of connoisseurs themselves, by long friction and incumbition, have the happiness, at length, to get all be-virtu'd—be-pictured,—be-butterflied, and be-fiddled.

The desire of life and health is implanted in man's nature;- the love of liberty and enlargement is a sister-passion to it

The desire of knowledge, like the thirst of riches, increases ever with the acquisition of it.

This is the sad bed of chosen chastity because you are miles and mountains away.

Is it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at thy pleasure weave that web of pain Whose brightest threads are each a wasted day?

Short is the way from need to greed.