Quotes About Desire

How I have yearned for the sound of your sweet voice," Tyrion sighed to her. "How I have yearned to have that eunuch's tongue pulled out with hot pincers," Cersei replied.

She could feel tendrils spreading through her chest, like fingers of fire coiling around her heart, and on her tongue was a taste like honey and anise and cream, like mother's milk and Drogo's seed, like red meat and hot blood and molten gold. It was all the tastes she had ever known, and none of them… and then the glass was empty.

Littlefinger looked like a boy who had just taken a furtive bite from a honeycomb. He was TRYING to watch for bees, but the honey was so sweet.

I want her, he realized. I want Winterfell, yes, but I want her as well, child or woman or whatever she is. I want to comfort her. I want to hear her laugh. I want her to come to me willingly, bring me her joys and her sorrows and her lust.

She had surrendered her virtue at six-and-ten, to a beautiful blond-haired sailor on a trading galley up from Lys. He only knew six words of the Common Tongue, but "fuck" was one of them—the very word she'd hoped to hear.

Your lips were made for kissing. They are lips. All lips are the same. And all lips are made for kissing.

It was almost enough to put a man off whoring.

All she felt was pity, and pity was death to desire

Being randy is the next best thing to being drunk.

If a man does not use his member it grows smaller and smaller until one day he wants to piss and cannot find it.

Aquello que amamos siepre acaba por destruirnos

They laughed at him, but they didn't know, they didn't know about all the nice things he had. No one knew. No one. Only someday he'd see somebody different, somebody to give his things to, somebody who would give him all their things. Yes. He'd like that. He'd know her when he saw her. He'd know just what to say.

I remembered that, so I allowed myself to hope... perhaps I wanted to... we all deceive ourselves, when we want to believe.

Las cosas que amamos siempre acaban por destruirnos.

A man grows weary of having no lovers but his fingers.

We shall serve him lies and Arbor gold, and he'll drink them down and ask for more.

Do you hate her?" "Almost as much as I lover her." - Dany & Ser Jorah

I wish it was all a dream. Then I could wake up.

Bastard children were born from lust and lies, men said; their nature was wanton and treacherous." — Jon Snow

You know the best thing about heroes, Jaime? They all die young and leave more women for the rest of us.

Take me away, take me to the land of always-winter

A shy smile, strong arms, clever fingers, and two sure swords. What more could any woman want?

He might as well wish for another thousand men, and maybe a dragon or three.

Half of them loved her like a daughter, and other half wanted to spread her legs, but either sort would die for her.