Quotes About Longing

You gave me your immortal kiss, she said, though not to me, but to herself. You loved me with your vampire nature.

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

How could I take from this boy the cup he'd barely tasted? He was a dead creature brought back to life.

When he turned from his victim, I would see even blood teeming in him, and I would have given all the world to see him white again, my marble god, my graven Father in our private bed.

You gave me your immortal kiss. - Claudia, Interview With The Vampire

He is irresistible, but what am I to do? I claimed him once, declaring him my very own, and now I treat his misery with the blood I wish that I could give him. Yet in treating his misery, I hope to cure him not for me, but for the wide world.

You gave my your immortal kiss.

You cut my heart out of my chest while I lived and breathed, and you took it with you! We shall be together this night in Hell.

After so long in the ice, he wanted to touch everything.

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.

I wanted love and goodness in this which is living death,' I said. '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. You can only have the desperate confusion and longing and the chasing of phantom goodness in its human form.

Perhaps I fear him because I could love him again, and loving him, I would come to need him, and needing him, I would come to learn from him, and learning from him, I would be again his faithful pupil in all things, only to discover that this patience for me is no substitute for the passion which long ago blazed in his eyes.

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.

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

Do you know how it wounds me to leave behind the one city in the world with which I'm truly in love?

I thought in my secret heart of Botticelli, the man himself standing in his studio staring at me, wondering helplessly what sort of patron I was, and never dreaming that my hunger and adoration were conmingled, never dreaming of a danger which had come so close.

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

what is the experience of sex if you have never had it.

In time I conceieved another love naturally, a love for a mortal boy Daniel, to whom Louis had poured out his story, published under the absurd title Interview with the Vampire, whom I later made into a vampire for the same reasons that Marius had made me so long ago: the boy who had been my faithful mortal companion, and only sometimes an intolerable nuisance, was about to die.

You are like an adult who, looking back on his childhood, realizes that he never appreciated it. You cannot, as a man, go back to the nursery and play with your toys, asking for the love and care

he has a sleepless mind in his heart and an insatiable personality.