Unrestrained Desire Quotes

Greed is so destructive. It destroys everything.

The real Jack Johnson was both more and less than those who loved or those who hated him ever knew. He embodied American individualism in its purest form; nothing - no law or custom, no person white or black, male or female - could keep him for long from whatever he wanted.

Lust is an immoderate wantonness of the flesh, a sweet poison, a cruel pestilence; a pernicious poison, which weakeneth the body of man, and effeminateth the strength of the heroic mind.

Passion without focus can lead you astray.

Passion is the mob of the man, that commits a riot upon his reason.

The joy of being a consumer is that it doesn't require thought, responsibility, self-awareness or shame: All you have to do is obey the first urge that gurgles up from your stomach. And then obey the next. And the next. And the next.

I am not content at all. I am a very greedy actor, I just want to keep exploring myself.

Tyranny knows no restraint of appetite.

This was freedom; to feel what the heart desired with no thought to the opinion of the rest... She was free, for love liberates.

I have two ambitions in life: one is to drink every pub dry, the other is to sleep with every woman on earth.

Despite their cool poses they wear their cravings on the outside, like the suckers on a squid. They want it all.

But who can describe the overweening pride of men? Or women mad with passion, reckless in their hearts, soulmates to every kind of ruin that befalls us? Wild passion, unrestrained, boundless, that overcomes the women, perverts the yoke of wedlock for beasts and men alike.

For me, temptation is life and I have a gargantuan appetite for everything.

Let sinful bachelors their woes deplore; full well they merit all they feel, and more: unaw by precepts, human or divine, like birds and beasts, promiscuously they join.

Let us give ourselves indiscriminately to everything our passions suggest, and we will always be happy...Conscience is not the voice of Nature but only the voice of prejudice.

The self-indulgent man craves for all pleasant things... and is led by his appetite to choose these at the cost of everything else.

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.

Industrial civilization is only possible when there's no self-denial. Self-indulgence up to the very limits imposed by hygiene and economics. Otherwise the wheels stop turning.

For such is the disease of wealth, which knows no limit to its desire of more...

There is a boundary to men's passions when they act from feelings; but none when they are under the influence of imagination.

You have opened up the prison gates of my womanhood. And all the passion that was unsatisfied in for me so many years, leaped into a wild reckless storm boundless as the sea.

Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.

He did not care upon what terms he satisfied his passion. He had even a mad, melodramatic idea to drug her.

It seems idle to rail at ambition merely because it is a boundless passion; or rather is not this circumstance an argument in its favor? If one would be employed or amused through life, should we not make choice of a passion that will keep one long in play?