Jack London Quotes

Desires are only the lack of something: and those who have the greatest desires are in a worse condition than those who have none, or very slight ones.

His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain.

Never a possession, always the possessor, with skin as pale as smoke, and eyes tawny and sharp as yellow wine: Desire is everything you have ever wanted. Whoever you are. Whatever you are. Everything.

Where desire ends up causing suffering is when it fixates.

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.

Pleasure once tasted satisfies less than the desire experienced for its torments.

I can’t think. I can’t work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.

I love you, Daisy. I love you so much I hurt.

Longing is all that lasts.

Don't you understand that wanting does not belong here, because that is what wounds, and there is never an end to it.

When one is overcome by this wretched, clinging desire in the world, one's sorrows increase like grass growing up after a lot of rain.

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it.

Want is misery.

Desire is poverty. Desire is the greatest impurity of the mind. Desire is the motive force for action. Desire in the mind is the real impurity. Even a spark of desire is a very great evil.

The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.

We'll all be riding that streetcar of desire.

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

There's nothing bloody wrong with wanting it at all.

Desire is the very essence of man.

Timing is irrelevant when it comes to desire.

[S]he believed that the Buddhists were right–that if you want, you will suffer; if you love, you will grieve. (68)

There's no prayer like desire.

She had never experienced the pain of unsatisfied desire before. It hurt. It hurt like nothing she'd ever felt, and there seemed to be no remedy

Everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.