Roland Barthes Quotes

My yearning is my cup, my burning thirst is my drink, and my solitude is my intoxication; I do not and shall not quench my thirst. But in this burning that is never extinguished is a joy that never wanes.

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. And 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.

Desire has no history.

When I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one.

Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire Dividing my delight and my desire.

Desire is no light thing.

We treat desire as a problem to be solved, address what desire is for and focus on that something and how to acquire it rather than on the nature and the sensation of desire, though often it is the desire between us and the object of desire that fills the space in between with the blue of longing.

He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. And he needed her now.

Sensuality, wanting a religion, invented Love.

Here are lips of flame eager to be extinguished by love's liquid sigh.

I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.

I want to see thirst In the syllables, Tough fire In the sound; Feel through the dark For the scream.

I can answer that only by hearsay, returned the Guide, for pain is a secret which he has shared with your race and not with mine; and you would find it as hard to explain suffering to me as I would find it to reveal to you the secrets of the Mountain people. But those who know best say this, that any liberal man would choose the pain of this desire, even for ever, rather than the peace of feeling it no longer; and that though the best thing is to have, the next best is to want, and the worst of all is not to want.

There's an, oh such a hungry yearning burning inside of me.

The ancient Greeks, poets, authors and philosophers all puzzled over the question but nobody really knows what love is - including me. Longing for another person is an exciting mental experience.

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.

A burning desire is the greatest motivator of every human action.

Nothing remains but desire, and desire comes howling down Elysian Fields like a mistral.

You call it hope-that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire.

May the Lord be with us at all times, under all circumstances; may he bring into our lives a burning desire to uphold the Constitution, a living faith in its inspired origin, that we may always be found among those who shall support it to the last breath.

At the bottom of philosophy something very true and very desperate whispers: Everyone is hungry all the time. Everyone is starving. Everyone wants so much, much more than they can stomach, but the appetite doesn't converse much with the stomach. Everyone is hungry and not only for food - for comfort and love and excitement and the opposite of being alone. Almost everything awful anyone does is to get those things and keep them.

Lust is the craving for salt of a man who is dying of thirst.

Entirety exists within me as exuberance in empty longing in the desire to burn with desire.

I believe there is something on this earth that you desire more than anything, and it isn't me.