Quotes About Desire

Yo me dejaba apresar, una vez más, en la trampa del deseo ajeno, que a menudo se ha comportado como el más rabioso, pero traidor, acicate de mi propio deseo.

No sólo no sabía lo que quería, sino que me daba miedo pensarlo, pero sabía que quería más. Aquella noche descubrí la verdadera naturaleza de la ambición, desear lo que se teme, temer lo que se desea, y desear más temer más, siempre más, como un hambriento que nunca quisiera encontrar un alimento capaz de saciar su hambre. Era muy raro, era terrible, incluso terrorífico, pero eso era exactamente lo que me pasaba

Limited in his nature, infinite in his desire, man is a fallen god who remembers heaven.

It would be impossible to think it's just about sex with a woman like you. You demand more without even trying. I'm set on giving you more. Sex is only an introduction- Amon Mikende

Paula admitted she may've been thinking a smidge rashly when she'd longed for the chilly winds and snowcapped 'scrapers of home.

It is obvious that you like to be in control of things. With this girl, you lose control. You despise that, especially since she is younger.- Maria Delgado

I know she has a secret pair of wings, which she's forgotten how to use. Deep in her heart what she truly wants is to fly again.

Well, it's nice to have a dream. But it's even nicer when there's a remote possibility of it coming true.

Oh, so you see some chick in baggy jeans and a hoodie, and you just have to have her so bad, you decide to repeat high school, just to get her?" "Sounds about right." He laughs.

in the end, all I want is to be with him. It's the only way my life feels complete.

I'm always thinking about what I'm missing. Even when I'm happy with what I have.

But while everything around us seems to be in a constant state of flux- people at their very core remained exactly the same. All of us still seeking the things we've sought all along—shelter, food, love, greater meaning—" He shakes his head. "A quest that's immune to evolution.

I'm after something far more esoteric than a virginal shag. Though, if you'd like, darlin', I'm certainly up for the task.

Four hundred years of losing out on the girl of my dreams isn't sitting very well with me these days.

Because I don't have everything I want. Not even close.

Whenever I look at me, all I see are things I'd like to change.

I swear he's just so freaking smoldering, you have to see him." She shakes her head, annoyed that I can't join in on the fun. "He's like combustible!

So cute how you called out for Damen after conjuring that chaste little love scene in your head.

After two solid weeks of waking up in Damen's bed, wrapped in Damen's arms, you'd think I'd have grown used to it by now. But nope. Not even close. Though I could get used to it. I'd like to get used to it.

And just as I start to move past him, my hip accidentally rubs against his, and his face is so close, and his eyes so deep, that I can't help but lift my fingers to his smooth, sculptured cheek. Then without even thinking, I close my eyes, lean in, and kiss him.

I lay sweating, shaking, doing my best to quell the overwhelming need--to extinguish the dark flame inside me. A flame that burns brighter, hotter, stronger each day. A fire so insatiable it'll consume everything in its path.

Love is a gift. Passion is a curse

I reach for the book on my nightstand instead. Immersed in the story of a guy and a girl so entwined, so perfectly made for each other, their love transcends time. Wishing I could climb inside those pages and live there forever, preferring their story to mine.

Siempre te he querido. Y siempre te querré. -Damen Auguste