Quotes About Desire

I want to feel more, but every time I look at it, I feel less.

I recall that your hands were on her but her eyes were on me.

I think of his horror at his own desire when I brought my mouth to his, the dagger in my hand, edge against his skin. The toe-curling, corrosive pleasure of that kiss. It felt as though I was punishing him- punishing him and myself at the same time. I hated him so much.

High King Cardan smiles down the table indulgently and yawns like a cat. His hair is messy, as though he did no more than finger-comb it since rising from my bed. Our eyes meet, and I am the one who looks away, my face hot. Kiss me until I am sick of it.

You put a curse on that girl over there,' I tell him. 'Fix her immediately.' 'She admired my ears,' the boy says. 'I was only giving her what she desired. A party favour.' 'That's what I'm going to say after I gut you and use your entrails as streamers,' I tell him. 'I was only giving him what he wanted. After all, if he didn't want to be eviscerated, he would have honoured my very reasonable request.

For a moment, a desire for vengeance rises in me. Once, she laughed at my humiliation. Now I could gloat before hers. This is what power feels like, pure unfettered power. It's great.

Desire is an odd thing. As soon as it's sated, it transmutes.

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop." I am shocked into silence. "Maybe you should shoot me after all," he says, covering his face with one long-fingered hand.

I cannot share my secrets with her, even to brag. And I admit that I desperately want to brag.

In my heart, I yearn to best them.

Hate that was so bright and hot that it was the first thing that truly warmed him. Hate that felt so good that he welcomed being consumed by it. Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire.

I am forever undone by you

My body has acclimated, and now it craves what it should revile. An apt metaphor for other things.

My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more than 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 must try something new.

Coward that I am, I flee. My heart thundering, my hands shaking. But I can't pretend that I don't like the sound of him screaming my name.

And when he kisses me, I feel as though I can finally breathe again.

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I want to strike Cardan over and over until I slap that smugness off his face. But if I did, he'd know just how much he scares me.

Most of all I hate you because I think of you often. It's disgusting and I can't stop. - Cardan Greenbriar, The Cruel Prince

Búrlate de mí cuanto quieras. Da igual con qué fantaseara en aquel entonces, ahora soy yo el que suplicaría de rodillas para recibir una palabra bonita de tus labios. —Sus ojos negros están cargados de deseo—. Eres mi condena eterna." Cardan a Jude

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

Kiss me until I am sick of it, he said, and now he has most certainly gorged on my kisses. Now he is most certainly sick of them.

Jude, Cardan thought, hating even the shape of her name. Jude.

Something is really wrong with me, to want what I hate, to want someone who despises me, even if he wants me, too. My only comfort is that he doesn't know what I feel.