Quotes About Desire

But I don't want to die in a war, because they're not my wars.

Dandilion was once more filled with the desire to finally compose a ballad about girls like her – not too pretty but nonetheless beautiful, girls of whom one dreams at night when those of classical beauty are forgotten after five minutes.

It's all they ever have on their minds! It starts off brainy, but always comes back to humping!

Since the dawn of time woman has been the root of all evil! The tool of Chaos, the accomplice in a conspiracy against the world and the human race! Woman is governed only by carnal lust! That is why she so willingly serves demons, in order to slake her insatiable urges and her unnatural wantonness!

Stories like that are made by poor simpletons, who can't even dream of fulfilling their wishes and desires themselves. I'm pleased you're not one of them, Geralt of Rivia. It makes you closer in spirit to me. If I want something, I don't dream of it — I act. And I always get what I want. - Yennefer

You'll give me whatever I ask for? Say it again.' Yurga smacked his lips, closed his mouth and wished he was agile enough to kick himself in the arse.

Fringilla' he answered after a while. 'You're a woman a man can only dream about. My Fault, my only fault, is that I don't have the nature of a dreamer

Shani smiled even more beautifully and Dandelion was once more filled with the desire to finally compose a ballad about girls like her—not too pretty but nonetheless beautiful, girls of whom one dreams at night when those of classical beauty are forgotten after five minutes.

The wish, Geralt! Hurry up! What do you desire? Immortality? Riches? Fame? Power? Might? Privileges? Hurry, we haven't any time!' He was silent. 'Humanity,' she said suddenly, smiling nastily. 'I've guessed, haven't I? That's what you want, that's what you dream of! Of release, of the freedom to be who you want, not who you have to be. The djinn will fulfil that wish, Geralt. Just say it.

You have captured the whole world, man, you are everywhere. Everywhere you introduce what you call modernity, the era of change, what you call progress. But we want neither you nor your progress here. We do not desire the changes you bring. We do not desire anything you bring.

every dream, if dreamed too long, turns into a nightmare. And we awake from such dreams screaming.

Non capisco perché non te ne vai, se stai così male con me." "Non voglio stare sola." "È tutto?" "È molto.

I have no desire to listen to him,' he said flatly. 'My hand is itching to stab him through the heart, with him lying there looking at me. It's all I can do to restrain myself. And if he opens his mouth, I know I won't be able to hold back. I haven't told you everything.

For the reason," he shot back, "that last night she made love with me, and not with you.

JesteÅ› kobietÄ…, o której m??czyzna mo?e tylko marzy?. MojÄ…, tylko mojÄ… winÄ… jest, ?e nie mam natury marzyciela.

To die? Why not, if one can fuck around beforehand.

byli troskliwi i czuli, a chocia? oboje nie bardzo wiedzieli, co to troskliwo?? i czu?o??, uda?o im si?, bo bardzo chcieli.

Stories like that are made up by poor simpletons, who can't even dream of fulfilling their wishes and desires themselves. I'm pleased you're not one of them, Geralt of Rivia. It makes you closer in spirit to me. If I want something, I don't dream of it—I act. And I always get what I want.

They were caring and tender and, although neither quite knew what caring and tenderness were, they succeeded because they very much wanted to. And they were in no hurry whatsoever. The whole world had ceased to exist for a brief moment, but to them, it seemed like a whole eternity. And

She came to him towards morning. She entered very carefully, moving silently, floating through the chamber like a phantom; the only sound was that of her mantle brushing her naked skin.

She tilted her head. He touched her parted lips with his own. Tentatively. First the upper, then the lower. He entwined his fingers in her winding locks, touched her ear, her diamond earring, her neck. Yennefer, returning the kiss, clung to him, and her nimble fingers quickly and surely unfastened the buckles of his jacket

I asked out of an inappropriate curiosity born of the desire to start new rumours going around the inns.

So you've got the honest truth and faithful history of a world where he who shatters the skulls of others most efficiently and swells women's bellies fastest, reigns. And it's just as hard to compete with you people in murdering as it is in screwing...

Se han vuelto idiotas por completo, en las aldeas hay más putas que patatas y el tío quiere una inhumana.