Quotes About Desire

He wrapped his warm arms around the mystery. He buried his face in the monster's neck.

Amadeo was the one I wanted. Amadeo was the one I was educating, training. Amadeo was the precious student of the Blood.

I wanted this child-this boy who was now two years older than when I'd found him-and yet I wanted everything else for him, and my soul was torn, just as my heart was torn.

I thought of Merrick. I couldn't know what the coming day would be like for her. I feared for her. I feared for her. I despised myself. And I wanted Merrick terribly. I wanted Louis. I wanted them as my companions, and it was utterly selfish, and yet it seemed a creature could not live without simple companionship which I held in mind.

He turned as I entered the room, and I took him in my arms. With him, I could give vent to the affection I'd held so severely in check with Merrick. I held him to myself and kissed him as men might do with other men when they are alone. I kissed his dark black hair and kissed his eyes, and then I kissed his lips.

Ah, the nipples of men, so tender; such a key to torment and ecstacy; how he writhed as she twisted then ever so gently, her tongue daring in and out of his mouth.

I allowed myself to forget how totally I had fallen in love with Lestat's iridescent eyes, that I'd sold my soul for a many-colored and luminescent thing, thinking that a highly reflective surface conveyed the power to walk on water.

I found her irresistible, as I found you irresistible. It was the mystery. I wanted to seize it. Move into it. Besides…" "Yes." "She was…a living thing. A being in pain.

What was it like to be bound in her chains and close to her?

I am not a man who loves women of any age, but the sight of her foot, its arch so delicately stretched by the height of the feet, and of her leg, so taut from the pressure, was quite enought to send the most unwelcome and erotic thoughts through my brain.

Vecchie verità e antica magia, rivoluzione e invenzione cospirano per distrarci dalla passione che in un modo o nell'altro ci sconfigge tutti. E alla fine, stanchi di questa complessità, noi sogniamo di quel tempo remoto in cui sedevamo sulle ginocchia di nostra madre e ogni bacio era la consumazione del desiderio. Cosa possiamo fare, se non cercare l'abbraccio che ora deve racchiudere il paradiso e l'inferno: il nostro destino inevitabile?

He felt the blood pounding inside him, but it wanted more blood. His hands and feet were now painfully cold.

How had he read from my mind, my desire for Amadeo?

I belonged to her now, quite completely. I was drenched with the scent of her perfume and her rum, of her skin and her hair. I wanted nothing but to be with her and to sleep beside her, and that the warmth of her would penetrate to my inevitable dreams.

I could feel my blood rush towards my Master, towards his thirst, and my inevitable death.

I wanted to kiss her, but I couldn't do this, and so I labored to make my words so many kisses.

For her life, she dispatched her victims. For my life, I drank human blood.

I wanted my house, my children, Amadeo, Bianca. I wanted my Venice. I wanted my mortal world.

I was careless, I was all too softened by human emotion. I was too greedy for love.

I wanted those waters to be blue. And they were not.

He backed away from me, the brush falling from his hand. And I rose over him, feeling my teeth against my lip, feeling my eyes fill with the colors of his face, my ears fill with his struggling cry, my hands fill with that strong, fighting flesh until I drew him up to me, helpless, and tore that flesh and had the blood that gave it life. 'Die,' I whispered when I held him loose now, his head bowed against my coat, 'die,' and felt him struggle to look up at me.

I want that boy, the one who won't do what you try to force him to do.

Avevo concepito la mia trasformazione in vampiro sotto due luci diverse. Da una parte si trattava semplicemente di una malia: Lestat mi aveva sopraffatto sul letto di morte. Ma dall'altra c'era la voglia di autodistruggermi, di dannarmi completamente. Questa era la porta aperta per cui era entrato Lestat.

Oh, my beautiful Marius. Tell me how to remedy this and I will.