Quotes About Desire

Will we ever get a taste for that? It is like sugar and spice mixed with bile.

Magrast was like someone's version of hell; there was opulance and luxury, but a dark, rotten heart to it. So far, Khaster had only glimpsed the other Magrast, but he sensed it was there. The eyes of the whores, both male and female, who haunted the mazelike streets, oozed a knowledge that was not just sexual. Khaster perceived a veiled invitation: I can show things beyond your dreams or nightmares. Come to me, succumb. Learn. Then pay.

She had not come all this way to die like this, without even confronting the object of her pain and love.

Sing a lust song," Bayard said. "Sing it for me.

Once you have been touched by them, it becomes an addiction.

Othman sensed that, had he wanted to, he could have had Owen now, but it was not the time. The kiss was enough: deep, pervading, the first offering of the greatest passion.

She has a hot, dark air about her. It's frustrated virginity, you know.

Oh, come to me, my pretty one! Come sit upon my lap and I will you to the secret places beneath the earth. Don't you understand your purpose? You are here because we hunt the Prince of Truth. Your husband, your lover, your despoiler.

Come now, Tay, don't be coy," Bayard said. "I've always coveted you. You know that, don't you, hiding as you do behind Almorante's bed curtains. He's not here now. Give me a kiss.

I lay down among the the rocks, and they were gold and crimson like a royal tomb. I saw wonderous shapes rise from the fumes, twisting and curling like cats about me. They breathed upon me and filled me with fire. I saw myself leading armies. I saw myself killing men, and in my heart I felt a fierce glee. I saw myself ridding the world of all that was worthless.

Greed, she thought, he was so greedy, but stupid too.

As Ishtahar is kept from me, so are you, in a different kind of way.

He wanted to suceed in life, at whatever cost.

The kiss was an enchantment; oddly chaste, yet steaming with repressed desire.

I could write to you, because everything I wanted to say was forbidden. You haunted my dreams, my every waking moment.

I wonder what absurdity of fate had cast each of our souls down in the environment that the other desired.

As for myself, I had no desire whatsoever to visit the ruin in the Strangeling, but as I was so inextricably entwined in this convoluted web of dilemmas, I could only abandon any resistance; struggling would merely bind me more tightly within the sticky threads.

He wished he was made of stone, and did not have to feel anything.

Her feelings about Taropat and Shan confused her. She was not in love with Shan, but delighted in his body and his friendship. With Taropat, it was another, darker matter. It would be so easy to give in and let the feelings spill out, in all their awful intensity. No matter how much she tried to reason with herself, every day the feelings deepened.

I want you," Khaster told the vision, who was becoming more like Pharinet with every moment. "I want Val. I want you back, both of you. Where are you?

He'd been gentle with the Winter twins, remaining only a spectator on their love-making, even though his body had ached to plunder and possess.

Beth asked me to choose a soul to sup, and I picked a radiant bloom, one whose eyes had followed us across the room, one who wanted us to have him.

It was as if they were trying to eat into one another's bodies, absorb the part of them that would be forever outside.

We stripped the flower of its foilage and purred and rubbed our faces across its flesh.