Quotes on Want

…because talent isn't genius, and no amount of energy can make it so. I want to be great, or nothing.

You want to tell a story? Grow a heart. Grow two. Now, with the second heart, smash the first one into bits.

It's real easy to manufacture what you think the people want to hear. But that's not very honest.

Our footsteps run, and I don't want them to end. I want to run and laugh and feel like this forever. I want to avoid any awkward moment when the realness of reality sticks its fork into our flesh, leaving us standing there, together. I want to stay here, in this moment, and never go to other places, where we don't know what to say or what to do.

You see, I get such fun out of thinking that I don't want to destroy this most pleasant machine that makes life such a big kick.

Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory, and the truth of every passion wants some pretence to make it live.

If you want to know someone's story, they have to tell it aloud. But every time, the telling is a little but different. It's new, even to me.

Helmer: I would gladly work night and day for you. Nora- bear sorrow and want for your sake. But no man would sacrafice his honor for the one he loves. Nora: It is a thing hundreds of thousands of women have done.

I want to be good. I can't bear the idea of my soul being hideous.

All a girl really wants is for one guy to prove to her that they are not all the same.

When you gone to get married? You need to have some babies. It’ll settle you.' 'I don’t want to make somebody else. I want to make myself.

Never ask people. Not about your work. Don't you know what you want? How can you stand it, not to know?

They say time is money, but that's not true. Time is life. And if I want the fullest life, I need to find fullest time... the busyness of your life leaving little room for the source of your life... God gives us time. And who has time for God? Which makes no sense.

Roland could not understand why anyone would want cocaine or any other illegal drug, for that matter, in a world where such a powerful one as sugar was so plentiful and cheap.

Ah!" I cried, springing up. "But no! no! My uncle shall never know it. He would insist upon doing it too. He would want to know all about it. Ropes could not hold him, such a determined geologist as he is! He would start, he would, in spite of everything and everybody, and he would take me with him, and we should never get back. No, never! never!" My over-excitement was beyond all description.

Grief, I swear to God, doesn't live in the heart. It lives in the senses. And sometimes, all I want to do is cut off my nose so I can't smell her, hack my fingers off at the joint.

It has been said that the love of money is the root of all evil. The want of money is so quite as truly.

Everything can be explained to the people, on the single condition that you want them to understand.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.

We don't want God to remember our sins, so there is something fundamentally wrong in our relentlessly trying to remember those of others.

Everything in the gospel teaches us that we can change if we need to, that we can be helped if we truly want it, that we can be made whole, whatever the problems of the past.