Quotes About Desire

All night i have been making songs for you in my head. A lay for your eyes, a ballad for your lips, a duet to your breasts. I will ot sing them, through. They were poor things, unworthy of such beauty.

Water? Fuck your water. Bring me wine.

Dreams are what we have.

Tell Khal Drogo that he has given me the wind.

I'll pay her bloody ransom. Gold, sapphires, whatever you want. Pull her out of there." "You want her? Go get her." So he did.

It was baffling. These creatures. They were fraught and frayed in their desire. A snake would never poison itself, but these folk made an art of it. They wrapped themselves in fears and wept at being blind. It was infuriating. It was enough to break a heart.

Some nights she drowsed, but never for more than an hour. One day, Melisandre prayed, she would not sleep at all. One day she would be free of dreams.

Jon relished the stories they were telling, tales of battle and bedding and the hunt. He

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It doesn't matter what we want, once we get it, then we want something else." - Lord Baelish

He'd holler starvation in a pie shop.

No human creature can give orders to love.

The capacity for passion is both cruel and divine.

The capacity of passion is both cruel and divine

Men have feverishly conceived a heaven only to find it insipid, and a hell to find it ridiculous.

The contemporary world has turned its back on the attempt and even on the desire to live reasonably.

I'm finding, as I get older, that I'm not much of a believer in redemption. I mean, I believe in redemption in real life - redemption does happen, and it's cool when it does - but I find myself getting leery of my desire for it in stories (especially my own).

It was that impossible thing: happiness that does not wilt to reveal the thin shoots of some new desire rising from within it.

He valued these experiences of joy more than anything else he had known, and he desired, as all who have experienced them desire, to have them again and again. It was this mystical quality that set him apart from other boys. He was surprised by joy. He spent the rest of his life searching for more of it.

Un virus de insatisfacción vive en la esperanza.

Baby fall into my kiss It should just happen like this... ....drink up this love....

I've sometimes imagined that if sin had a flavor, it might very well be bacon.

I've sometimes imagined that if sin had a flavor, it might very well be bacon. It even tastes smoky, as if it emerged piping hot out of the fiery pans of hell.

I've sometimes imagined that if sin had a flavor, it might very well be bacon. It even tastes smoky, as if it emerged piping hot out of the fiery pans of hell. More than any forbidden fruit, this delectable treat — best when crispy, the little grease bubbles still dancing happily on its crenelated edges — epitomizes things we know we shouldn't eat, but still crave and keep going back to. In short, it's food crack.