Quotes About Desire

I mean, stars and stones. Two million bucks would buy you a lot of ramen.

My God, there are times when the sexiest thing a woman can give a man is permission.

Magic comes from the heart, from your feelings, your deepest expressions of desire.

Surely, that is merely a colorful euphemism, rather than a statement of desire.

Like 'love,' 'hope' is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer. (Harry Dresden - Turn Coat)

That's why black magic is so easy—it comes from lust, from fear and anger, from things that are easy to feed and make grow.

My magic. That was at the heart of me. It was a manifestation of what I believed, what I lived. It came from my desire to see to it that someone stood between the darkness and the people it would devour. It came from my love of a good steak, from the way I would sometimes cry at a good movie or a moving symphony. From my life. From the hope that I could make things better for someone else, if not always for me.

She kissed me again, and I returned it in kind, and it was a liquid, smooth thing, as restrained and desperate as the near-still surface of a rushing river.

It's what you do with the want that matters.

Do you want to be my dad?

What does a woman need to do, Harry? Rip her clothes off, throw herself on top of you, and shimmy while screaming Do me, baby!? - Thomas Raith

I know you haven't burned down any buildings in a while, she said, but if you start feeling the need...

If a White Court vampire wants to feed off a human, all she really has to do is crook her finger, and he comes running. There isn't any ominous music. Nobody sparkles. As far as anyone looking on is concerned, a girl winks at a boy and goes off somewhere to make out. Happens every day. They don't get

Junkies are happy when they're high," I said quietly, "but they don't need to be happy. They need to be free.

Home is where you embrace the present and plan the future. It's where the books are. And more than anything else, it's where you build that world that you want.

Esmerelda's blue and green eyes could have made Stevie remember being hired by Mister Snuffleupagus, if that was what she wanted.

I wanted to drive her mad with need, to fill my senses with her warmth, her cries, her scent. I wanted to forget everything arrayed against me, even if it was just for a little while, and bare her an inch at a time. The emptiness that her warmth had begun to fill howled at me to let go.

Do you know how to really control someone...? Give them what they want. Give them what they need. Give them what no one else can give. If you can do that, they'll come back to you again and again.

The best way to keep yourself from doing something grossly self-destructive and stupid is to avoid the temptation to do it. For example, it is far easier to fend off inappropriate amorous desires if one runs screaming from the room every time a pretty girl comes in. Which sounds silly, I know, but the same principle applies to everything else.

So I reached over, took her hand, and squeezed gently. After a while, I said, "Molly, I don't think it's ever going to happen. But if it ever does, the first time damned well isn't going to be like that. You deserve better. So do I.

Fear is really quite tedious. She wanted to be rid of it as soon as possible.

Greed is a nice, sterile motivation. If the money's right, you don't need to know someone to take advantage of them. You don't have to hate them, or love them, or be related to them. You don't even have to know who they are. You just have to want money more than you want them to keep on breathing, and if history is any indicator, that isn't a terribly uncommon frame of mind.

Please, help me. Young werewolves in love.

Wait. You don't understand. I just wanted it to stop. Wanted the hurting to stop. I smoothed a bloodied lock of hair from her eyes and felt very tired as I said, The only people who never hurt are dead.