Quotes About Desire

She loved him so much that it already hurt. It already felt like he'd broken her heart.

Desire is an odd thing. As soon as it's sated, it transmutes. If we receive golden thread, we desire the golden needle.

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop." ? Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

Everyone wants magic. It's not just me.

I can't pretend that I don't like the sound of him screaming my name.

So am I! And the only reason I'm in the human world is because Dad wants the stupid crown and you want it and everyone wants it. Well, I don't. It's cursed.

Sweet Jude. You are my dearest punishment.

That boy is your weakness. Page 128

I am used to girls screaming, and your screams- your screams will be sweeter than another's cries of love.

Don't have gold?' calls an antlered shopkeeper. 'Pay with a lock of hair, a year of your life, a dream you wish to never have again.

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

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.

Come with me beneath the waves,' she calls to him. 'Drown with me in delight.' He laughs a little shakily. 'A compelling offer, but I must see my quest to its conclusion.

I don't want to be a vampire, she told herself over and over again. But in her dreams, she kind of did.

Who would desire to be human? Human hearts break. Human bones shatter. Human skin can tear.

You ran away,' he said. 'I want to run away.' I shifted into a more comfortable position. It wasn't that I'd run. I hadn't had anywhere else but here to go. My fingers plucked at a piece of grass. He had everything, didn't he? 'Why?' I asked again. 'Because I am tired of people trying to assassinate me.

He leans in for a kiss and

Tell me you hate me.' 'I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.' He kisses me harder. 'I hate you. I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.

Maybe I can't help being attracted to her the same way flies can't help being attracted to carnivorous plants.

O lady fair! O lady cruel! How I miss your sweet misrule. I miss your hair. I miss your eyes. But most of all, I miss your thighs.

It takes us a long time to wend our way back down the stairs. My hands are in his hair. His mouth is on my neck. My back is against the ancient stone wall. Everything is slow and perfect and makes no sense at all. This can't be my life. This feels nothing like my life.

Hate that felt so good that he welcomed being consumed by it. Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire.

You don't know how long I've waited to hear those word,' he says. 'You don't want me dead.' 'If you joke about this, I am going to-' 'Kill me?' He asks, raising both black brows. I think I might hate him after all.

I imagine Locke taking my hands tonight, imagine him sweeping me around the hill.