William Shakespeare Desire Quotations

Hereafter in a better world than this,I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.

It provokes the desire but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on and it takes him off.

Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you

I do desire we may be better strangers.

This is the monstrosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite and the execution confined; that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to limit.

Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.

The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.

My endeavors Have ever come too short of my desires. Yet filed with my abilities.

Can it be That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary And pitch our evils there?

And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.

The very instant I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides To make me slave to it. ...mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give, and much less take What I shall die to want.

I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common spirits And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.

It is that fery person for all the orld, as just as you will desire; and seven hundred pounds of moneys, and gold, and silver, is her grandsire upon his death's-bed-Got deliver to a joyful resurrections!

Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd for and would die, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.

Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.

Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require.

My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except.

Can one desire too much of a good thing?

Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.

At Christmas, I no more desire a rose.

it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance