Quotes About Virginity

Virginity is such a personal thing. You can't judge anyone on it. A lot of young women feel they want to save themselves for the man who they think they'll love forever.

A gentleman might have stopped then. She had climaxed, and she was still a virgin, and he was probably a beast for wanting to make love to her fully, but he simply couldn't...not. She was his. But not, he was coming to realize, quite as much as he was hers.

ONE SUMMER MORNING while I was still a virgin though my virginity was on its last legs, I woke up and didn't want to go to New Jersey.

I know this sounds incredibly lame, but I don't want losing my virginity to feel like I'm losing something. I want it to feel like I'm finding something. I want sex to be amazing. I want it to be life-alteringly wonderful. And I want it to happen with someone I love.

So the Church too, like Mary, enjoys perpetual virginity and uncorrupted fecundity.

My virginity weighed like a millstone around my neck.

My virginity weighed like a millstone around my neck. It had been of such enormous importance to me for so long that my habit was to defend it at all costs. I had been defending it for five years and I was sick of it.

I'm going to die a virgin. I like the thought if it. So pure.

With every male trying to ensure that his life's savings ended up in the right hands -those of his own progeny- an obsession with virginity and chastity became inevitable. Patriarchy, as it's known, can be thought of simply as an outgrowth of male assistance with the rearing of offspring.

The first experience can never be repeated. The first love, the first sun-rise, the first South Sea Island, are memories apart, and touched a virginity of sense.

Once again Chile reduces us to what R. L. Stevenson called 'the virginity of senses' where words cannot match the impressions received.

Reactionary nostalgia for the proprieties of Victorian England is unfortunate, like a whore looking under the bed for her virginity.

That's why I'm still a virgin, because it means something to me and I'm not going to toss my virginity at your charming feet just because you're the most gorgeous, fascinating man I've ever met and I happen to like your last name.

I'm gonna give one of 'em my virginity one day." She preened. I was momentarily dumbstruck. I couldn't begin to enumerate all the things that were appalling about that possibility. "We so have to talk," I finally managed.

Since i couldn't remember the "real" first time i'd lost my virginity, this would have become my de facto first time. I wanted a better story then: I did it with this boy who i wasn't very into and who had mysterious Gaterade breath; in his room decorated with sports equipment; at least he was nice enough to provide condoms and get his ancient, horny dog to leave us along.

Virginity is the ideal of those who want to deflower.

She has a hot, dark air about her. It's frustrated virginity, you know.

A deep kiss can put you in an emotional state of coma, sometimes in a reckless vulnerability, we lose virginity and sanity, and maybe our bond of love becomes strong or weak.

az ön édesapja példás özvegységében az Å'si szüzesség oly állapotába tért vissza, ami erÅ'sen foglalkoztatja a tudományos közvéleményt, és még az érsekség is aktát nyitott róla a mihamarabbi boldoggá avatásához.

Cuando se casó con el capitán era virgen. Cuatro noches después de su boda seguía siendo virgen, y a la quinta noche su estado cambió apenas lo suficiente para dejarla intrigada. El resto sería difícil de contar.

Innocence, like virginity, is more fun to lose than to keep.' 'Both are quite expensive, sir.

Prophecy, annunciation, virginity. A hidden sword, an angel bearing a crown of jewels. An army of knights, a cloud of butterflies, a phallic arrow that missed its mark. A tower cell, an evil bishop, a king's betrayal. A heart that would not burn, a dove that flew from the flames that failed to dispatch that immortal heart.

Years later, in my sophomore year of college, my father and I finally had it out over my overnight stays with a boyfriend. Fueled with the seedlings of early feminist scholarship, I told my father that I was not a virgin and called him a dinosaur for thinking that any one man was worth so much that I would sacrifice myself and wait till I was married. "I'm here to have fun too, Dad," I said. I still cringe that the way he looked at me in disgust.

And are you a virgin?" "Would that make me more or less valuable?" "It all depends on the market." .... "No, I'm not. A virgin." He nods, stares in a way that unsettles me.