Quotes About Desire

Forbid a man from something and he craves it like his soul's salvation, all the more so when that something is the source of incomparable riches.

She never would, either, unless she earned it, and she knew too well how humans earned wishes. Chiefly: hunting, graverobbing, and murder.

It was a very small wish. These beads were just scuppies,

Even after all these years, the thought of Isagol the Terrible stirred such a storm in him- of rancor and longing, desire and disgust, violence and even affection- all of it seething and bleeding and writhing, like a pit of rats eating one another alive.

Sathaz: The desire to possess that which can never be yours.

Watching her, Brimstone added, I hope, child, but I don't wish. There's a difference." She turned this over in her mind, thinking that if she could come up with the difference, it might impress him. Something occurred to her, and she struggled to put it into words. "Because hope comes from in you, and wishes are just magic." "Wishes are false. Hope is true. Hope makes its own magic.

Soon, everything else would come rushing at him. Like the ground to a falling man, it would come rushing up and hit him all at once—the place, the company, her words; one implication would lead to another and shatter him—but around that intake of breath the world hung silent and bright, so bright, and Akiva knew only this one thing, and held on to it and wanted to live inside of it and stay there forever. Karou was alive.

I zapami?taj sobie: duch marnieje, kiedy cz?owiek odrzuca swoje pasje.

El amor es un lujo. - No. El amor es un elemento.

Karou'ya yak?n olmak, dünyan?n ucunda dengede durmaya çal??mak gibiydi. Sanki yer ayaklar?n?n alt?ndan kayarken, ad?mlar?n? sa?lam tutma çabas?na benziyordu. O çaresiz sarmal darbeyi durdurmak mümkün de?ildi, üstelik Akiva bu tatl? ve davetkar darbelerin bitmesini asla istemiyordu.

?yczenia nie spe?niaj? si? ot tak. To tylko kó?eczka, które malujesz wokó? tego, czego pragniesz. Trafi? do celu musisz ju? sama.

Speranta vine din inauntrul tau, iar dorintele sunt doar magie.

She wanted what her hands wanted: to touch Akiva, and not just with her fingertips, and not with caution, and not with fear of causing him pain. She wanted to hold him and be held, in soft perfect unity, like slow-dancing. She wanted to fit herself to him, breathe him, come alive against him, discover him, hold his face as he had held hers, with tenderness. With love .

Ea era goalape pe dinauntru, golul parand o entitate maltioasa, tachinand-o cu toate lucrurile pe care nu avea sa le cunoasca niciodata.

Hissetti?i her ?eyin aras?nda Karou'yu en çok kendinden geçiren Akiva'n?n fiziksel -tuz, misk kokusu, kas, ate?, ten ve ç?rp?na kalbi -gerçekli?i ve samimiyetiydi. Dudaklar?n?n tad? ve dokunu?u... Önce a?z?, sonra çenesi, boynu ve kulaklar?n?n hemen alt?ndaki yumu?ac?k doku... Öptü?ünde hissetti?i ürperi?.

Forbid a man something and he craves it like his soul's salvation, all the more so when that something is the source of incomparable riches.

A?k için yan?p tutu?mak, kendini bileklerinin etraf?nda dolan?p sürekli miyavlayan bir kedi gibi hissetmesine neden oluyordu: Tüylerimi ok?a, benimle ilgilen, bana bak, beni sev.

Sus ojos se dirigieron hacia Akiva. La manera en que la miraba... era como si la tocara.

She craved the moonlight and the wind. She wanted to feel the infinite depth of space above and around her.

So near, and yet so very far away.

She only ever saw him at a great distance, and doesn't even know what his true face looked like. She wishes she did. And

Bienvenidos a Eretz. —Olvida el pegaso —exclamó Zuzana con fervor y los ojos muy abiertos—. ¡Yo quiero uno de esos!

El beso daba camino a otro beso, y en los ojos cerrados, todo el mundo consumido de su abrazo, Karou tuvo la sensación de que cada beso abarcaba el último. Era alucinante: beso dentro de un beso dentro de un beso, yendo más y más profundo y más dulce y más cálido y más embriagador, y esperaba que el equilibrio de Akiva los es tuviera guiando porque ella estaba perdida en sus sentidos. (Sueños de dioses y monstruos, #3).

Wishes don't just come true. They're only the target you paint around what you want. You still have to hit the bulls-eye yourself.