Quotes About Desire

She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.

Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.

I love you, you see...and I fear I have no way to say or show it that isn't terrible, except coming here. I would kill everyone in the world for you, if you wanted.......Or not obviously

Maybe it isn't the worst thing to want to be loved, even if you're not. Even if it hurts. Maybe being human isn't always being weak. Maybe it was the shame that was the problem.

He leans in and closes his eyes. "Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.

whatever you love, that is your weakness

I've wanted this and feared it, and now that it's happening, I don't know how I will ever want anything else.

I kissed him on the mouth, and then I threatened to kiss him some more if he didn't do exactly what I wanted.

And yet, I don't regret it now. Having stepped off the edge, what I want to do is fall.

She knew she shouldn't feel that way about a monster, but right then, she wanted nothing more than a monster of her very own.

It turns out that having kissed someone, the possibility of kissing hangs over everything, no matter how terrible an idea it was the first time.

I would settle for even his worst self, his cruelest trickster self, if only he could be here." -Jude Duarte

I recall that your hands were on her, but her eyes were on me,' Cardan returns.

It occurs to me that maybe desire isn't something overindulging helps. Maybe it is not unlike mithridatism; maybe I took a killing dose when I should have been poisoning myself slowly, one kiss at a time.

I hope Cardan misses me.

So I'm scared, because you're not just not human, you're not like anyone....there's nobody like you in all the world and it's you I want. I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.

But there's nothing you like better than when it hurts a little, is there?" Lucien asked. Gavriel's bloody mouth lifted in a voluptuous smile. "Sure there is. I like it when it hurts a lot.

He hates you. Even if he wants you, he hates you. Maybe he hates you the more for it.

He presses his mouth to the pulse point of my wrist, racing in time with my heart. "Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips." His eyes are black with desire. "By you, I am forever undone.

In the mortal world, when I thought you were my enemy, I still missed you.

Kiss me until I am sick of it.

We all want stupid things. That doesn't mean we should have them.

My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more that I reach for it, the more easily I am tricked. I am a walking bruise, an open sore. If Oak is masked, I am a face with all the skin ripped off. Over and over, I have told myself that I need to guard against my own yearnings, but that hasn't worked.

I envy what I fear and hate what I envy.