Quotes About Desire

Grayson told me. "I wanted her to be you." "Don't say that," I whispered. He looked at me one last time. "There are so many things that I will never say.

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne is hungry. He's been looking for something. He's been looking for it since the day he was born.

I am an expert at not wanting to want things." I held my sword up for a moment longer, then lowered it, the way he'd lowered his. "But I'm starting to realize that the person I need to be, the person I'm becoming—she's not that girl anymore.

Jameson was close to me now. Too close. Every one of the Hawthorne boys was magnetic. Larger than life. They had an effect on people—and Jameson was very good at using that to get what he wanted. He wants something from me now.

He gently traced the line of my jaw. "I won't let anyone hurt you ever again. You have my word." He thought he could protect me. He wanted to. He was touching me, and all I wanted was to let him. Let him protect me. Let him touch me.

You're a billionaire now. You have an entire team of people to protect you. The world is your motherfaxing oyster. It's okay to want things." Max turned off the shower. "It's okay to go after what you want.

Allow me to get this straight," Zara said, staring past Jameson and straight to me. "You, to whom my father left virtually everything, want the one and only thing he left to me?

I wasn't built for running away from monsters. I wanted desperately to run toward them--track them down, kill them. Luckily, I was used to restraining myself, used to acting human even when I wasn't, and the human part of my brain reminded me that right now, preternatural beasties weren't exactly my primary concern. Someone had made a strong attempt at killing me this morning....

You want power-either because you've already had a taste of it and want more, or because you've been made to feel powerless for too long.

Nothing. You know what that feels like. Reach for it. Grab it. Make it yours.

Before I liked cars, yachts, having a door to lock, and you. :)

Before, I liked cars, yachts, a door locked from the inside, and you. :)

But this... us..." He swallowed. "It can't happen, Avery. I've seen the way Jameson looks at you.

Oh God. I'm jealous of farts.

You could be happy with three. Three is a good number. But in this life, in this world, three is not enough. You can't stop. You won't. If you don't have their attention yet, you will soon.

All I knew was that Skye had been right. Jameson was hungry. And so am I.

Why was punishing yourself more important than what she wanted?

You hated the idea of me." "But not you. Never you." "I wanted Eve to be different," Grayson told me. "I wanted her to be you." "Don't say that," I whispered. He looked at me one last time. "There are so many things that I will never say.

Everything?" Jameson repeated in a rough, low tone that made me think of what the two of us could be doing if I were there with him.

The world bent to the will of Grayson Hawthorne. What money couldn't buy him, those eyes probably did.

So take whatever time you need. Figure out how you feel. Figure out if Dean makes you feel the way I do, if he'll ever let you in, and if you want him to, because the next time my lips touch yours, the next time your hands are buried in my hair—the only person you're going to be thinking about is me.

I am an expert at not wanting to want things. But I'm starting to realize that the person I need to be, the person I'm becoming—she's not that girl anymore." I'd been given the world. It was time to stop living scared, time to take the reins. It was time to take risks.

Grayson looked at me the way you look at art in a glass case, like he wanted to reach out to touch me but couldn't.

Do you know why Jameson was daddys favorite when by all rights it should have been perfect, dutiful Grayson?" "It wasn't because my Jamie is brilliant or beautiful or charismatic. It was because Jameson Winchester Hawthorne is hungry.