If I had a flower for every time I thought of you... I could walk through my garden forever.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.
Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
Boredom: the desire for desires.
I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
Dreams are only dreams until you wake up and make them real.
Cinema is the ultimate pervert art. It doesn’t give you what you desire – it tells you how to desire.
I do love nothing in the world so well as you. Is not that strange?
And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
A lot of people are afraid to say what they want. That's why they don't get what they want.
Passion is a feeling that tells you: this is the right thing to do. Nothing can stand in my way. It doesn't matter what anyone else says. This feeling is so good that it cannot be ignored. I'm going to follow my bliss and act upon this glorious sensation of joy.
What do you want meaning for? Life is desire, not meaning.
Nothing is so common as the desire to be remarkable.
To understand the limitation of things, desire them.
Whoever you are, or whatever it is that you do, when you really want something, it’s because that desire originated in the soul of the universe. It’s your mission on earth.
I will not live without love.
Deserve your dream.