Quotes About Desire

Come here," she prompted. "You want to do this, yes?" Not really. (Newt and Rachel)

My impulse to pull away vanished. As I stood there, my shoulders became damp. I searched his expression, too jaded to believe in white knights. Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices. And I just couldn't do it right now. It hurt too much when it fell apart. Don't make me promises, I whispered, and the earnest glow in his eyes tarnished.

Oh yeah. A cookie. That would make everything better. Dunked in a shot of tequila, maybe? Or better yet, just the bottle? Yeah, that ought to do it.

Ï'm going to love you within an inch of your life, then love you some more.

Yes, well, it's not, like I want to marry you he said.

You do the damnedest things in order to rile yourself up. Most people settle for doing it in an elevator, but not you. No, you have to make sure it's a vampire you're playing kissy-face with.

When desire's sold for freedom/and need exchanged for fame/those choices made in ignorance/turn to bloodstained dreams of shame.

I want to wake up beside you, see your curls on my pillow. I want a chance at falling in love.

I'll always be here," he said softly. "You can never fill my need, never drive me away, no matter how much you give me. The good or the bad. I'll always be hungry for emotion, always and forever, and I can feel you hurting. I can turn it to joy. If you'll let me.

Maybe money couldn't buy happiness, but it could get you a table that looked like the back end of a deep-sea fishing vessel.

It pulled emotion from me I wasn't aware I could feel. A deep painful regret. Unrequited need.

A veces se necesita que te den un buen golpe en la cabeza para darte cuenta de que lo que siempre has deseado no era lo que más te convenía.

Just what I need. My own personal shoulder devil, wearing black and smelling like the Garden of Eden.

You want something to eat?" Nick said, yanking my attention back. "I, uh, could go across the street for some Graeter's. You like butter-pecan ice cream?

I wanted that feeling back—even if it was a lie. Just for a night, so I wouldn't forget how it felt until I found it again.

I don't want to live not remembering why I love. (Ivy Tamwood)

it was the hunger from seeing someone who has what you want but knowing that if you get it, it will break your heart, your life, and your soul.

I want to love someone. I think I might already.

I loved Kisten. I wanted Ivy to bite me. It made sense, if I didn't think about it too hard.

It took everything I had to pull from his lips, and even as I did, I felt a new desire layering itself over the old, soaking in where it would linger in my thoughts.

There are two tragedies in life: Not getting what you want, and getting it.

The intense desire to talk with someone, sharp as any pain; this was what people meant when they talked about love. Or rather; this was what Sax would acknowledge to be love. Just the super-heightened desire to share thoughts. That alone.

Desire is life trying to continue to be life. All living things desire... Life is wanting.

When obsessives are given their object of desire, what do they feel? It was hard to say, really. In a sense their lives were ending; yet something else, some other life, had finally, finally begun…. Filled with so many emotions at once, it was impossible not to be confused; it was an interference pattern, some feelings cancelled, others reinforced.