Quotes About Desire

Yes, I know, And I love to hear you say it, Louis. I need to hear you say it. I don't think anyone will ever say it quite like you do. Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!

an intoxication with forbidden knowledge in which the natural things become unimportant.

That was my nature - going from temptation after temptation, not to sin, but to be redeemed.

His blood coursed through my veins sweeter than life itself. And as it did, Lestats words made sense to me. I knew peace only when I killed and when I heard his heart in that terrible rhythm, I knew again what peace could be.

And what if I never go of my own free will? Will you pitch me from some window so that I must fly or fall? Will you bolt all shutters after me? You had better, because I'll knock and knock and knock until I fall down dead. I'll have no wings that take me away from you.

Let tears gather in your eyes. You haven't tears enough for what you've done to me. Six more mortal years, seven, eight…I might have had that shape!' Her pointed finger flew at Madeleine, whose hands had risen to her face, whose eyes were clouded over. Her moan was almost Claudia's name. But Claudia did not hear her. 'Yes, that shape, I might have known what it was to walk at your side.

You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love.

You were the vampire in my dream. My perfect one.

I would have done just about anything for him.

I never changed after that. I sought for nothing in the one great source of change which is humanity. And even in my love and absorption with the beauty of the world, I sought to learn nothing that could be given back to humanity. I drank of the beauty of the world as a vampire drinks. I was satisfied. I was filled to the brim. But I was dead. And I was changeless.

You understood my soul, I thought, and now others are coming only to sack my heart of all its riches. What am I to do? We argued, yes, you and I, but it was with loving respect, was it not? I cannot endure without you. Please come to me, from wherever you are.

I wanted to kiss her, she was beautiful again to me. But I dared not risk it. It wasn't only that I would have frightened her, it was that the desire to kill her was almost overpowering. Some fierce purely male instinct in me wanted to claim her now simply because I had claimed her in another way before.

I saw these men and knew what they wanted, that this was vice, and despicable, and the price of it was Hell.

I kept glancing at him and away from him, as if his green eyes were hurting me. In modern parlance he was a laser beam. Deadly and delicate he seemed. His victims had always loved him. And I had always loved him, hadn't I, no matter what happened, and how strong could love grow if you had eternity to nourish it, and it took only these few moments in time to renew its momentum, its heat? -Lestat

I confided again that I wanted him, I wanted him to share my loneliness. I wanted him to share all that I could teach and give. Oh, the pain of it! All that I could teach and give.

Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of sentient souls?

Hoping for something is not the same as expecting it.

I no nothing of god or the devil, and after 400 years... This is the only real evil left...

I saw my real gods . . the gods of most men. Food, drink, and security in conformity.

I'd drink your blood if I could and hook you into every memory inside me, every heartbreak, frame of reference, temporary triumph, petty defeat, mystic moment of surrender.

You're my insatiable blood thief and soul smasher.

Love me. You have destroyed everything! But if you love me, it can all be restored in a new form. Love me.

They know how bad they are. They don't care. They do what they do because...because they love it.

Es tan fácil desear la muerte cuando se está sano! Es muy sencillo enamorarse de la muerte, como lo he estado yo toda mi vida, igual que he visto a sus adoradores más fieles venirse abajo en los últimos instantes, gritar porque deseaban seguir viviendo, como si los velos oscuros, los lirios, el olor de las velas y las grandiosas promesas de la tumba no significaran nada. Ya lo sabía, pero siempre deseé estar muerta. Era una forma de seguir viviendo.