#desire

I've never really had a desire to do Shakespeare. For me, it's just too many lines. ↗

— Daniel Craig

#had #i #just #lines #many

The 2000s were marked by terrorism and a bipartisan desire to fight it. ↗

— Ari Fleischer

#desire #fight #marked #terrorism #were

It is the desire of our hearts, and as we believe God's will under this dispensation, that all the children of God should be gathered together as such, and, consequently, as not of the world. ↗

— John Nelson Darby

#children #consequently #desire #gathered #god

This desire for equity must not lead to an excess of welfare, where nobody is responsible for anything. ↗

— Jacques Delors

#desire #equity #excess #lead #must

Good means not merely not to do wrong, but rather not to desire to do wrong. ↗

— Democritus

#good #means #merely #rather #wrong

As writers become more numerous, it is natural for readers to become more indolent; whence must necessarily arise a desire of attaining knowledge with the greatest possible ease. ↗

— Oliver Goldsmith

#attaining #become #desire #ease #greatest

It's not tyranny we desire; it's a just, limited, federal government. ↗

— Alexander Hamilton

#federal #federal government #government #just #limited

A strong passion for any object will ensure success, for the desire of the end will point out the means. ↗

— Henry Hazlitt

#desire #end #ensure #means #object

I think that people, despite my law enforcement background, view me as taking these consistently progressive stands, and I think that, philosophically, there is a desire to get at that person. But I think the stands I have taken are totally consistent with a person who is looking at things realistically, factually. ↗

— Eric Holder

#consistent #consistently #desire #despite #enforcement

Give me the strongest cheese, the one that stinks best; and I want the good wine, the swirl in crystal surrendering the bruised scent of blackberries, or cherries, the rich spurt in the back of the throat, the holding it there before swallowing. Give me the lover who yanks open the door of his house and presses me to the wall in the dim hallway, and keeps me there until I’m drenched and shaking, whose kisses arrive by the boatload and begin their delicious diaspora through the cities and small towns of my body. To hell with the saints, with martyrs of my childhood meant to instruct me in the power of endurance and faith, to hell with the next world and its pallid angels swooning and sighing like Victorian girls. I want this world. I want to walk into the ocean and feel it trying to drag me along like I’m nothing but a broken bit of scratched glass, and I want to resist it. I want to go staggering and flailing my way through the bars and back rooms, through the gleaming hotels and weedy lots of abandoned sunflowers and the parks where dogs are let off their leashes in spite of the signs, where they sniff each other and roll together in the grass, I want to lie down somewhere and suffer for love until it nearly kills me, and then I want to get up again and put on that little black dress and wait for you, yes you, to come over here and get down on your knees and tell me just how fucking good I look. - “For Desire ↗

— Kim Addonizio

#faith