Quotes About Desire

He kisses me again, and it's like falling off a cliff. Like a mountain slide, building momentum with every touch, until there is only crashing destruction ahead.

And you think it was sunrise I was waiting for and not my queen.

I Do Have A Bad Habit," He Says. "Of Falling In Love. With Great Regularity And To Spectacular Effect. You See, It Never Goes Well.

Only in my dreams has Cardan ever been like this. Begging. Miserable. Powerless.

Il s'avère qu'après avoir embrassé quelqu'un, la possibilité d'un baiser plane en permanence

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.

that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

Let me be feared and never again afraid. Let me have everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed, and eternal misery along with it. Let me live on with an ice shard through my heart. -Jude

When I allow myself to truly think on it, I cannot fault Locke for choosing her. I am violent. I've been poisoning myself for weeks. I am a killer and a liar and a spy. I get why he chose her. I just wish she had chosen me.

He's so beautiful, so perfectly, horribly, inhumanely beautiful that I can barely breathe.

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

Le odio más que a los demás, le odio tanto, que a veces, cuando le miro, me cuesta respirar.

All I have bought myself is worse problems, no matter how good it felt to salve my pride.

Of course I want to be like them. They're beautiful as blades forged in some divine fire. And Cardan is even more beautiful than the rest. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.

I don't know what I want.' The words come out a whisper, too true by half. 'Destruction and ruin,' she says with a clack of her tongue. 'I can practically smell it on you.

Mátalo. Mátalo antes de que consiga que lo ames.

The seeds of Prince Cardan's resentment came full bloom. What was the point of her trying so hard? Why would she work like that when it would never win her anything? ... He had never tried like that for anything in his life. Jude, Cardan though, hating even the shape of her name. Jude.

Oak liking me is as silly as the sun liking a storm, but that doesn't stop my desire for it. Me, with my sharp teeth and chilly skin. It's absurd. It's grotesque.

I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else

He looked away, his gaze going toward the dais, and Kaye realised he was looking at the girl. The mortal girl. "What I want," he said, "is for Dain never to get the throne. Failing that, I'd love to see the whole Court of Termites walk out of here without your king's pledging anything. But then it is my nature to only want things I cannot have.

Kill him, a part of me says, a part I remember from the night I took him captive. Kill him before he makes you love him.

It's too easy. I'm hungry for kindness. Hungry for attention. I want and want and want.

That's what comes of hungering for something. You forget to check if it's rotten before you gobble it down.

The weight of the sea seemed to pass down on him. He no longer had a sense of up or down. One was always suspended, fighting against the current or giving in to it. There would be no lying on beds of moss, no barbed words easily spoken, no falling down from too much wine, no dancing at all.