Quotes on Want

I want to believe you, but if that's true, I just don't get it. Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean, if that's the way it goes, what's the point of loving someone?

When we give in the world what we want the most, we heal the broken part inside each of us.

You do not want a war. You have known violence, you have suffered loss, but you have seen nothing of war. War is not just the business of death; it is the anti-thesis of life. Hope, tortured and flayed, reason, dismembered, grinning at its limbs in its lap. Decency, raped to death... You will be a murderer and more.

This, then, is the ultimate paradox of thought: to want to discover something that thought itself cannot think.

I've never been one to sit back and go, 'I'd better do what the audience wants me to do, because I don't want to lose them.'

I want to be the greatest actor that ever lived, frankly. I'd love that. But I don't need to be. I just want to be here. That's it.

I absolutely want to have a career where you make'em laugh and make'em cry. It's all theater.

Distinguish between real needs and artificial wants and control the latter.

You are not trying to find the answer to a question, you are simply trying to confirm something you desperately want to believe; That everyone is evil. ” Chantal

Arturo Bandini: -What does happiness mean to you Camilla? Camilla: -That you can fall in love with whoever you want to, and not feel ashamed of it.

What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home.

Sometimes, one wants to have the illusion that one is making ones own life, out of ones own resources.

If you want to make a difference, the next time you see someone being cruel to another human being, take it personally. Take it personally because it is personal!

The fate of our country is now in the hands of people who don't think about what they want until they get right up to the register at McDonald's.

We allow ourselves to be blown by the winds because we do know what we want: our hearts know it, even if our thoughts are sometimes slow to follow- but in the end they do catch up with our hearts and then we think we have made a decision

She wanted, with her fickleness, to make my destruction constant; I want, by trying to destroy myself, to satisfy her desire.

Who knew what evil lurked in the hearts of men? A copper, that's who. (...)You saw how close men lived to the beast. You realized that people like Carcer were not mad. They were incredibily sane. They were simply men without a shield. They'd looked at the world and realized that all the rules didn't have to apply to them, not if they didn't want them to. They weren't fooled by all the little stories. They shook hands with the beast.

I don’t want to fade away, I want to flame away - I want my death to be an attraction, a spectacle, a mystery. A work of art.

We all want to be famous people, and the moment we want to be something we are no longer free.

I want people who will stand up to me. People who are not afraid to say exactly what's on their minds, even though that's probably not what I want to hear. That's what I want.

In the book, I write about children in first grade who were taught to read by reading want ads. They learned to write by writing job applications. Imagine what would happen if anyone tried to do that to children in a predominantly white suburban school.