Quotes About Sex

The last time I had sex," I said, "was Halloween." He nodded slowly. "That was my birthday." I choked on my waffle. This was getting worse and worse. "No!" "Why do you think they called me 'Poe'?" I had always guessed it was because he was morose and taciturn and creepy. "Um ... because 'Hotstuff' was taken?

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I try to tell it he might have meant "Just be careful when you have sex. Use a condom," but instead, because, you know, it's a brain, and therefore has—is—a mind of its own, it starts thinking of every way in which Violet Markey might break my heart. I

What would you do if I got pregnant right now?" "Lara Jean, we're not even having sex. That would be the immaculate conception.

I'm not having sex for the first time because it's convenient and my hair looks good, Chris." "Fair enough.

In movies they never put on a condom, so make sure you're in real life for that part.

I think maybe I was scared." My breath catches. "Of what?" "Of disappointing you." Peter looks away. "I know sex is a big deal to you. I didn't want to mess it up. You're so innocent, Lara Jean. And I have all this shit in my past.

The Manicheans believed the world was filled with imprisoned light, fragments of a God who destroyed himself because he no longer wished to exist. This light could be found trapped inside man and animals and plants, and the Manichean mission was to try to release it. Because of this, they abstained from sex, viewing babies as fresh prisons of entrapped light.

The Manicheans believed the world was filled with imprisoned light, fragments of a God who destroyed himself because he no longer wish to exist. This light could be found trapped inside a man and animals and plants, and the Manichean mission was to try to release it. Because of this, they abstained from sex, viewing babies as fresh prisons of entrapped light.

Any sex outside of the marriage bond between a man and a woman is violating God's law.

Baseball is so associated with sex. "He's playing the field," "He scored," "He didn't get to first base." "I struck out." Why? "She wanted a diamond."

Everybody lies about sex. People lie during sex. If it weren't for lies, there'd be no sex.

In the coming years, he'd try to fill that void with whatever was at hand: debt, food, sex, religion.

It's amazing to me that people have any interest in such a low-level sex scandal. If I were sleeping with a congressman, maybe, but I'm a nobody and the people I'm writing about are nobodies.

But to me, an emotional affair was worse than a physical one. It's funny, I know, because I had placed such an emphasis on sex by not having it before marriage. After I actually had sex, I understood that the emotional part was what mattered. And Johnny and I had that, which seemed far more of a betrayal to my marriage than sex.

For women especially, virginity has become the easy answer- the morality quick fix. You can be vapid, stupid, and unethical, but so long as you've never had sex, you're a "good" (i.e. "moral) girl and therefore worthy of praise.

In addition to shaming sexual-assault victims, positioning abstinence as women's domain further promotes the notion that it's women's morality that's on the line when it comes to sex, men just can't help themselves, so their ethics are safe from criticism.

Idolizing virginity as a stand-in for women's morality means that nothing else matters- not what we accomplish, not what we think, not what we care about and work for. Just if/how/whom we have sex with. That's all.

Sex with Jonas was okay, but he was unsatisfied. According to him I was supposed to be having orgasms, but I had no idea what that was or how to do it. It didn't matter to me, I loved fucking and I just wanted to be close to him.

Suzanne had totally forgotten about their court date since she'd been a little busy having tons of condom-free sex with Ryder, planning Nikki's wedding, and forming a placenta.

Sex is of the body, and the body is of death.

You're an expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed with sex. You spend all your time talking, not working. You are an expatriate, see? You hang around cafes.

Lincoln just freed the slaves on a bet. The Dred Scott case was framed by the Anti-Saloon League. Sex explains it all.

when two become one—connection can no longer happen. There is no one to connect with. Thus separateness is a precondition for connection: this is the essential paradox of intimacy and sex.