Quotes About Desire

I was hungry, and the corn dogs smelled good. Should I eat first or accuse the Master of the City of murder? Choices, choices. I

A hundred years later and someone gazes upon you as if you were heaven itself, but you know in your heart of hearts that it's not heaven you're offering them, it's hell.

Thanks, but I don't drink, she said as she ignored his arm and breezed past him. I'm just here to get laid.

They say, be careful what you wish for. Well, be even more cautious with your prayers. Make sure, very sure, it's what you want. You never know when a deity may give you exactly what you asked for.

Because to gain your heart's desire you have to lose some part of your old life, your old self. To do that you have to have courage; without it, you can't make the leap.

I stared at Jean-Claude still cuddled on the corner of the bed. He looked adorable, and if I'd had a gun, I'd have shot him on the spot.

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Show me you have enough power to make it worth my while, and I'll give you any body fluid you want.

Jean-Claude said. I stared at him, and for the first

Hello, Jean-Claude," I said. "Greetings, ma petite," he said. His voice was like fur, rich, soft, vaguely obscene, as if just talking to him was something dirty. Maybe it was. "Don't call me ma petite," I said. He smiled slightly, not a hint of fang. "As you like.

I don't want people attracted to me by magic; that's just creepy.

What you'll enjoy from someone you're in love with just hits you as clingy from someone you think of more as a sex buddy.

Everything wants to live, Newman, even monsters.

Benissimo. Il tuo peccato è la lussuria, Anita, cioè lo stesso del tuo master e di tutti i suoi vampiri.» Scossi la testa, sentendo un sorriso sgradevole incurvarmi le labbra. Lo stesso sorriso che lascia freddi i miei occhi e di solito significa che sono davvero incazzata. «No, non è questo il mio peccato. Non è quello più vicino e più caro al mio cuore.» «E qual è allora il tuo peccato?» «L'ira, Malcom. L'ira.»

I'd like to be jealous," Galen said. "I was all set to be jealous, but damn, Frost, can you just teach me how to do it?

Richard had scooted in to sit on my left without being asked. He's a quick study. It's one of the reasons we're still going out. That and the fact that I lust after his body something terrible. I

I straightened up, pulling just a little away from him. He looked at me questioningly. "Something wrong?" "Nice aftershave," I said. No need to confess that I'd had an almost irresistible urge to nibble his neck. It was too embarrassing. The

I wanted to slug him. The desire to smash that beautiful face was physical. It tightened my shoulders, made my arms ache. But I knew better. You don't volunteer for slugfests with vampires. It shortens your life expectancy. I

have food stains on him somewhere. "Where were you all dressed up?" I asked. "Where were you all undressed?" he asked. He smiled when he said it. I felt heat rush up my face and hated it a lot. I hadn't done anything worth blushing for. "Fine, let's go." I grabbed my trench coat from the back of the couch and touched dried blood.

It was like being home, the way home is supposed to be but never really is. Peaceful, content, exactly what you need, and everything you ever wanted. It was a moment of perfect peace. Perfect happiness, as if this feeling could go on forever.

What do you want?' 'I want to play,' he said. I stared at him. 'Just like that. You don't know what I'm involved in, but you want a piece of it.' 'Following you around lets me kill a lot of people.

That was the real danger with not being monogamous. It wasn't really the sex, though that bugged me a lot. It was the fact that it meant the other person wasn't satisfied, that they were still looking. If you're still looking, sometimes you find it, whatever it is.

Vanessa is set on children

I needed him to touch me, and let me know that he was still my Darkness, still my Doyle. He whispered into my hair, "Merry, Merry, Merry." I clung to him, wordless, and wept.