Quotes About Desire

I have scuppies in my pocket and lust in my heart. Tonight's the night.

There was always, among them, such a stew of envy and longing. They hated the humans, but they also wanted to be them. They wanted to punish them, and they wanted to be embraced by them. To be accepted, honored, loved, like someone's child. And since they couldn't have any of it, it all took the form of spite. Anyone who has ever been excluded can understand what they felt, and no one has ever been quite so excluded as they.

I have no strategy. I just want to skip all this and get to the part where he's my boyfriend. Not to mention, you know, the part where he's aware I exist.

Tú no eres tonta, Madrigal —dijo Brimstone—. Si hay algo que deseas, persíguelo. La esperanza tiene poder. No la malgastes en cosas sin sentido.

Not that I'm not keen to talk to him. I am --in the fantasy version of tonight, anyway, in which I actually manage to string words into sentences, and not just random magnetic-poetry sentences, but sentences that don't lead to the logical conclusion that I have brain damage.

All evening long, real snow would fall from the ceiling to glitter on the lashes of dancing girls and ardent boys, but Neve and the Dreamer didn't linger. They had other things to do: *all* of them. All the things, dreamed and undreamed, in the depth and breadth of the whole spinning world.

You're like a kid when her parents come home from a party, checking their pockets for cake." "Ooh, cake. I'll take cake. But not pocket cake, because yuck.

She looked at him, beautiful Kazimir whose smile used to work on her like a summons, compelling her to his side.

Míralo! Me temo que vas a echar a arder como siga mirándote de ese modo con esos ojazos naranjas.

Every night she bore witness to what she could never have. It wasn't living. It was torture.

And if redemption was self-serving, coming as it did ribbon-tied to what he wanted most in life? For once, Akiva's shame wouldn't rise to the bait. He wanted what he'd always wanted, and he'd better just say it, his own worries and fears be damned.

Plus, it would be fun. Don't you think? I've always wanted to tase someone. Zap!" Zuzana mimicked convulsions.

Her wish that first time was simple, focused, and passionate: that she would see him again. Believing she was the only way she could bring herself to leave.

Wasn't that what she had always wanted, to be chosen?

So they layered cynicism atop their longing, and it was something like laying laughter over the darkness — self-preservation of an uglier stripe.

They hated the humans, but they also wanted to be them. They wanted to punish them, and they wanted to be embraced by them. To be accepted, honored, loved, like someone's child.

Pentru ca , dintre toate lucrurile de pe lume, aceasta era dorul ei cel mai mare de orfana : dragostea

Dorul ei de dragoste o facea sa se simta ca un pisoi care se invartea mereu printre glezne, mieunand Mangaie-ma, mangaie-ma, uita-te la mine, iubeste-ma .

Ea nu voia sa fie eliberata in salbaticie. Voia sa fie pastrata si iubita. Sa apartina unui loc si unei familii,irevocabil.

Her heart was gasping, empty. Whatever resistance had been in her, she gave it up. Her hands knew what they wanted: They wanted Akiva, the spark and heat of him. Even in the warmth of the Moroccan spring, she was cold, as if the only thing with a chance of warming her was him.

Esperanza? La esperanza puede ser muy poderosa. Tal vez no haya verdadera magia en el hueso, pero cuando sabes qué es lo que anhelas y lo mantienes como una luz dentro de ti, puedes hacer que las cosas sucedan, casi como magia.

Wishes, for example, for things like itches.

To have been granted so tiny a taste of the nectar of her mouth, and so brief a brush with the velvet of her lips was unspeakable cruelty. He felt set on fire.

I hope, child, but I don't wish. There's a difference.