Quotes About Desire

This man was hers. She could have him whenever she wanted to.

Leonid saw what he wanted to see, a world shining with the light of Madragore.

You cannot contain me. You will return. You will call for me. You know you will. Like speaks to like. I woke you.

They seek their god-men or god-women, and kill them through familiarity. It is a kind of hunt. Yes. The object of it being the destruction of that which you desire. Hmm.

The spirits could smell Shemyaza's proximity. They were wild with desire for him, as she was.

My mood swayed between a desire to weep and a cool, steely anger.

They danced together, bodies close, belly-grinding to the rhythm, invoking the demands of lust.

I felt her presence within me, yet part of me knows the desire was utterly mine, the selishness, the heartlessness, the lack of care. Jia smelled it out perhaps and attached herself to it, but I will not blame an elemental force for what took control of me that night. It would be too convenient.

He felt desire, but it wasn't urgent, more a simple need for oneness with this new company.

Silently, Leeth suffered with the weight of her love for Ays. It seemed like a strangling python, which had wrapped her in a suffocating embrace, and whose coils were too thick and numerous to escape.

It was as if she needed and wanted something from Ays, but would not speak plainly about it, or even off signals of a definite nature. He was sure it wasn't simply love or protection she was after, but something more profound, which she was perhaps unable to define herself.

To Aninka, he seemed all bones and ribs, his skin stretched tightly over his body. His slim naked feet looked fragile. Aninka swallowed, thought Shem's boy. And understood immediately the root of Taz's desire. Shemyaza had touched this creature; part of him lived in Daniel.

No woman had aroused him as much since Ishtahar. Perhaps she was really telling the truth about herself.

And who are you exactly? Might I ask what you want?" "We want you," said the man. "And who am I?

Neither of them particularly understood what they were feeling because they were very innocent and neither of them had any idea what the strange sensations in their bodies could mean or how they could be satisfied.

Love makes you weak and vulnerable. It's like a disease. I hate this feeling. It's making me something I'm not.

Take me, Sacramante, I thought, eyes closed. I am yours.

Pharinet, more than anyone he knew, craved freedom.

Othman watched Owen through slitted eyes, waiting for him to manifest some physical effect from the haoma that Emma had put in his coffee. Lily was chattering brightly, but her words were nothing more than a chirruping nonsense that flapped around Othman's senses. He wanted Owen. He needed him.

You are his creature and you must lure him to me.

Sometimes feelings flow in directions we'd prefer they didn't.

Melandra felt the moist heat of the woman's sweet, spicy breath upon her lips. Her whole body tingled as if it was being stroked by loving hands. Melandra closed her eyes. Her lips met those of the nameless woman and for a timeless, endless moment, they kissed like lovers.

She craves his attention, and the least morsel of it gives her satisfaction.

You chose the wrong path, Wilfish. You could have been with me, which we both know is what you truly desired.