Quotes About Desire

I think I'll buy you from your father so you can say nice things like that to me three times a day. How much for her, Mo?

In love. [Her] face was burning. She didn't want [him] to say what she herself never put into words. In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?

No, it wasn't quite true that John had no conscience at all. Everyone had one. But there were many voices in his head that had an easier time reaching him: his ambition, his desire for fame and success—and for revenge.

And the pain was back again, and time, and longing too.

It was like a promise that wishes could come true, that desire might lead to more than yearning.

So often it is words or pictures that first tell us what we long for.

Fox could've kissed him on the mouth just to taste the smile on his lips. Forbidden. She'd almost forgotten.

Their dust was in high demand, as it gave sweet dreams, but Tabetha couldn't afford to get lost in them. Those dreams were only lies anyway, and waking up from them only made facing reality harder.

The Bluebeard's terrible parting gift had been to make desire rhyme with death and fear.

Never develop a passion you can't afford. It'll eat your heart away like a bookworm.

Jealousy still gave him a pang. The heart was a stupid thing.

Tapi suatu saat nanti dia mungkin akan semiskin tikus karena membelanjakan semua uangnya untuk membeli buku. Aku takut dia juga tak akan ragu menjual jiwanya jika ada iblis yang bisa memberikan buku yang diinginkannya

He sought her lips as if he needed to breathe through her, as if only she could keep him from choking on his rage.

Selbst meine Gro?mutter muss das Goldene Garn respektieren. Aber sie wollte sein Kleid so sehr.

Die Füchsin<<, sagte er. >>Die Füchsin, ist alles was ich brauche.

I wish I could do that, it whispered. I'd like to bring them out of books, touch them, all those characters, all those wonderful characters. I want them to come out of the pages and sit beside me, I want them to smile at me, I want, I want, I want...

They had exchanged sad stories, although both of them longed for one with a happy ending.

Heavens, what a plague love was! Anyone who claimed otherwise had never yet felt that wretched trembling of the heart.

I think she'd sell her soul to the devil without thinking if he offered her the right book for it.

Il punto è che credi troppo volentieri a ciò che vuoi credere.

La sete di storie diminuiva se si poteva viverne una?

You'd like him back, too, wouldn't you? It was difficult for her to turn her eyes away from Farid's face. He'll never come back, she whispered, and look at Dustfinger. She didn't have the strength to speak any louder. All her strength was gone, as if Farid had taken it away with him. He had taken everything away from him.

but she did nothing to make her face prettier, since it was her opinion that beautiful women might be desired but were never respected, certainly not feared.

Ah, love. What a perfect tool of revenge.