Marcus Tullius Cicero Quotes

So much wanting and longing, clutching, desiring, passion and hatred and terrible need. Here, death was suitable, there was room for it, the grip of life's relentless urges slackened, replaced by this icy simplicity. This wasnt her death. It was his. That was the sad and honest truth. Though it would stay with her, it would be more like a black onyx heart on a silver chain, worn privately, under her clothes, close to her body, all her life. The guilt, the beauty, everything. It wasnt over, it had only begun. Well ok then, Okay.

I want.." she said, knowing what she wanted, feeling pulled toward it, arching toward it, but hardly knowing how to say it.

Even as a child I had a strong relationship with yearning and desire. And loss. Those things spoke to me.

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

Desire, despair, desire. So many monsters.

It hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time.

The dead are happy, having no desire. I rise and fall, and rise and fall again, Something is in me, famishing for bread, Baffled and unappeasable as fire.

There was a disturbance in my heart, a voice that spoke there and said, I want, I want, I want! It happened every afternoon, and when I tried to suppress it it got even stronger.

Longing is like a seed that wrestles in the ground

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

The desperation meeting the silence with its unmasked wish.

You perhaps now know that desire reduces us to pulp.

I'd rather go on hearing your lies, than to go on living without you.

I try to tighten my heart into a knot, a snarl, I try to learn to live dead, just numb, but then I see someone I want, and it's like a nail, like a hot spike right through my chest, and I know I'm losing.

I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.

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

I'm awaiting a lover. I have to be rent and pulled apart and live according to the demons and the imagination in me. I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

I am a lover and have not found my thing to love. That is a big point if you know enough to realize what I mean. It makes my destruction inevitable, you see. There are few who understand that.

Olympia thinks often about desire - desire that stops the breath, that causes a preoccupied pause in the midst of uttering a sentence - and how it may upend a life and threaten to dissolve the soul.

I want you more than I should," she heard herself say. "I have you less than I want.

Memory is not what the heart desires. That is only a mirror, be it clear as Kheled-zaram. Or so says the heart of Gimli the Dwarf.

...and the most intense desire gave force to her passionate words as the girl glanced despairingly about the dreary room like a caged creature on the point of breaking loose.

Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.

Grace: The idea was immediately unbearable, only because I wanted it to be true so badly it hurt

Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles.