Hidden Desires Quotes

There are things which a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in his mind.

I seemed like a baby bird keeping its truly innocent animal lusts hidden under its wing. I was being tempted, not by the desire of possession, but simply by unadorned temptation itself.

The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.

We may live like saints, but when it comes to our fantasy life, everybody's got a little larceny in their soul.

Fairytales work on two levels. On a conscious level, they are stories of true love and triumph and overcoming difficult odds and so are pleasurable to read. But they work on a deeper and symbolic level in that they play out our universal psychological dramas and hidden desires and fears.

I always wanted to do some acting, but didn't want to be that guy who says he has to.

I'm also a great believer in the dream life; that while we're asleep, a deep subconscious connection is made about our profoundest fears, hopes, loves, losses, dreads and desires.

I went over the heads of the things a man reckons desirable. No doubt invisibility made it possible to get them, but it made it impossible to enjoy them when they are got.

Abysmal vermin that I am, I couldn't of course tell her that it was her incredible mother that I wanted to see again… I knew only as I drove through the cold, night autumn air that somewhere Freud, Sophocles and Eugene O’Neill were laughing.

Erotic play discloses a nameless world which is revealed by the nocturnal language of lovers. Such language is not written down. It is whispered into the ear at night in a hoarse voice. At dawn it is forgotten.

My life is a dream come true of a dream I never knew I even had

Behind every erotic condemnation there's a burning hypocrite.

The desire for success lubricates secret prostitution in the soul.

Behind innocence there gathers a clotted mass of superstition, of twisted and misdirected impulse; clandestine flirtation, fads, and ragtime fill the unventilated mind.

Men chase by night those they will not greet by day.

For all these years I kept my mouth closed so selfish desires would not fall out. And because I remained quiet for so long now my daughter does not hear me... All these years I kept my true nature hidden, running along like a small shadow so nobody could catch me. And because I moved so secretly now my daughter does not see me... We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing; unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.

A conventional playwright tries to tell you more about the characters than they know about themselves.

In some way the secret vice exhales its poison; and the evil passion, however cunningly masked, stains through to the surface.

Beauty loved him more than anything, her Beast boy, but, secretly, sometimes, she wished he would have remained a Beast.

Deep in my soul, I'm secretly a redhead.

I always wanted to act, but never thought of it as something serious to do.

Lovers do all the talking and writing. What are the Beloveds thinking?

Only that mind draws me which I cannot read.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.

It is on the whole probably that we continually dream, but that consciousness makes such a noise that we do not hear it.