Quotes About Desire

I can't tell you exactly, any more than I could tell you exactly what is the experience of sex if you have never had it.

Only love could create such conflict, such longing, such fear.

Those who desire power want to be immune to the power of others.

Dear God, this is love. This is desire. And all my past amours have been but the shadow of this. And it seemed in a murmuring pulse of thought he gave me to know that I had been very foolish to think it would not be so. Who can love us, you and I, as we can love each other, he whispered and it seemed his lips actually moved.

What lurked beneath my fancy frills, behind my quiet unquestioning eyes? Who was I? Had I no remembrance of a warmer flame than that which gave its wintry glow to my faint smile at those who asked it of me? I remembered no one who had ever lived and breathed within my quietly moving form~ The Vampire Armand

I was still sitting there, too unsure of myself to say anything, when Nicolas kissed me. 'Let's go to bed,' he said softly.

You really have need of very little, but each of us must decide how much he wants.

Give me the heartbeat. Give me the salt. Give me the Viaticum. Fill my mouth.

I had to have him, had to. Just the way I had to have everything I wanted; or had to do everything I'd ever wanted to do.

Viejas verdades y magias antiguas, revoluciones e inventos, todo conspira para distraernos de la pasión que, de un modo u otro, nos vence a todos. Y, cansados por fin de esta complejidad, soñamos con el tiempo lejano en que nos sentábamos en el regazo de nuestra madre y cada beso era la consumación perfecta del deseo.

I love you,' Marius whispered suddenly, passionately as a mortal man might. 'I have always loved you. I wish that I could believe in anything other than love at this moment; but I can't.

Drink. she whispered, drawing nearer. Drink. she held the soft, tender flesh of the wrist towards me. No. I know what to do; haven't I done it in the past? I said to her.

I wanted love and goodness in this which is living death. It was impossible from the beginning, because you cannot have love and goodness when you do what you know to be evil, what you know to be wrong.

I wanted to go. It seemed in the depths of my bruised soul I wanted nothing more. But something again held me.

He wanted to say this was not erotic. But it was erotic, insofar as anything and everything is.

I had turned to leave him when he took hold of me. His teeth went into the artery before I could think what was happening, and his arms went tight around my chest.

And it was not merely the dry hissing coil of the thirst that was quenched and dissolved, it was all my craving, all the want and misery and hunger that I had ever known.

After all, these were blood drinkers, beings who spoke gently, liked poetry, and yet killed mortals all the time.

The Horror of the world was that thousands of evils fell upon innocent people, and no one was punished and with great promise there was nothing but pain and desire Children mutilated to form a choir of seraphim. Their song was a cry to heaven the sky was not listening.

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'm ashamed, ashamed that I want you and that it sustains me to think, just to think, that because of all you've lost, you might love me.

One doesn't simply glut oneself on blood.

I found her more alluring than any woman I'd known in mortal life.

You gave me your immortal kiss.