Quotes About Desire

Beautiful Marius," he said, as if he were far older than I would ever be. "Beautiful Marius who gave me Venice. Beautiful Marius, give me the Blood.

No bastaba eso para seducirla sin contemplaciones, para forzarla a aceptar la sangre vampírica y luego decir: 'No, tesoro, no te he arrebatado la vida, si no que te ofrezco una eternidad conmigo'?

I had sparked something in him. I could see it in his black eyes. He was drawn to me, drawn to my world, but he couldn't admit it.

I meant I wanted only to touch you, to feel how soft you are, how eternally young.

I confided again that I wanted him, I wanted to share my loneliness. I wanted to share all that I could teach him and give!

Did you see her as she took Lestat for her lover? Did you see her as sought to frighten mortals with her petty displays of power?

He drew closer as if I were a light and he wanted to be in it.

I wanted this mortal companion precisely because I had put myself into the mortal world.

The heat in me was delicious and unendurable, and I wanted nothing more than to take Amadeo, bring him over to me now, and yet he sat before me, the tears streaming down his face.

How obdurate and strong he seemed, how seductive; how completely mine.

Daniel himself had no use for the world, and had come to me hungering for our Dark Blood, his brain swimming with macabre, grotesque tales which Louis de Pointe du Lac had told him.

He was mine and mine forever. He could do what he pleased.

Heaping every luxury upon him, I only sickened him with mortal sweets so that finally he turned from the riches I offered, becoming a vagabond.

Love her sins, follow the path with her, make her evil your evil and you will do no evil.

Mad, roaming the streets in rags, he shut out the world almost to the point of death, and I, weak, muddled, tormented by his beauty and lusting for the living man and not the vampire he might become, only brought him over to us through the working of the Dark Trick because he would have died otherwise.

But let me be a lover in the Savage Garden with you, and the light that went out of life would come back in a great burst of glory. Out of mortal flesh I would pass into eternity. I would be one of you.

Sueño los sueños de los jóvenes ?confesó?, o sea que siempre sueño con ser mayor, más rico, más sensato, más fuerte. Solté una risita.

His sweet delectable human scent was strong and suddenly I saw him divorced from all I knew him. I saw him as prey.

His dark-green eyes made me think of Merrick's, and for one moment I felt such a desire for her, such a horror of what I'd done, that I couldn't speak.

Yes, go out. Talk to her. This is the closest you'll get to that moment; this is your chance. And how delicious to be so physically drawn to her, so laid bare by her presence. It was as if an invisible hand was unzipping his pants.

I wanted to feel morally safe, which I would never feel again.

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.

When one is immortal, she had written, one does not claim the touch of another in a desperate way. One is not fearful of losing it and so one does not seek to contain or restrict or describe it in language that must fail.

Sometimes I could scarcely breathe with the knowledge that for the rest of my life, whenever we wanted, Peter and I could lie down and do whatever we wished.