Quotes About Desire

Ambition is but Avarice on stilts and masked.

Not dancing well, I never danced at all--and how grievously has my heart ached when others where in the full enjoyment of that conversation which I had no right even to partake.

Those who flee temptation generally leave a forwarding address.

Humor is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it.

I got the Weary BluesAnd I can't be satisfied.

I wish the rent Was heaven sent.

What happens to a dream deferred?

I will take your heart. I will take your soul out of your body As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the little words you say to me. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand Nor the sweet of your lips alone. I will take your heart for mine. I will take your soul. I will be God when it comes to you.

She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and yet it did not matter. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.

I never cared," he said. "I wanted you anyway. I always wanted you.

You know," Clary said, "most psychologists agree that hostility is really just sublimated sexual attraction.

When you love someone, you don't have a choice. Love takes your choices away. - Clary Fray

I love you Clary. More then I ever-- God. More than i probably should. You know that, don't you?

Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. And as my words bind my magic, so you can know the truth. If she doesn't desire his kiss, she won't be free.

Looking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her that was her mother's daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted him.

The most terrible things men do, they do in the name of love."— Madame Dorothea

Fresh is better. But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?" Simon raised his eyebrow in response. "Well, aside from mine of course," Jace said. "And I'm pretty sure my blood is fan-tastic.

She pulled away. "That doesn't make any sense." "Neither does this," he said, "but I don't care. I'm sick of trying to pretend I can live without you. Don't you understand that? Can't you see it's killing me?

God knows we're all drawn to what's beautiful and broken.

As it turned out, everyone wanted a doughnut. Jace wanted two.

Look at him. The face of a bad angel and eyes like the night sky in Hell. He's very pretty, and vampires like that. I can't say I mind either.

Oh, I can never get enough. Which, incidentally, is what your sister said when--

Oh, you know. Jace reminds me of an old boyfriend. Some guys look at you like they want sex. Jace looks at you like you've already had sex, it was great, and now you're just friends--even though you want more. Drives girls crazy. You know what I mean?" Yes, Clary thought. "No," she said. pg. 280

Must I go bound while you go free Must I love a manwho doesn't love me Must I be born with so little art As to love a man who'll break my Heart