Quotes About Virginity

Jonge meisjes gingen er prat op pervers te zijn; als men vermoedde dat je op je zestiende nog maagd was, had dat in die tijd op elke school in Berlijn als belachelijk gegolden.

Honesty. Sobriety. My virginity. No way to regain the first two, I almost gave away the last.

I'll wager that in ten years it will be fashionable again to be a virgin.

How do you suppose they know the sheep are virgins?

You looking for some play, daddy? He shifted in the seat and told himself to quit being picky and get it over with. It was just sex, for God's sake. Maybe. What's a ticket on the fifty-yard line going to cost? She lifted up her hand and touched her lips with two fingers. For a full game. Two hundred bucks to get rid of his virginity. Which boiled down to less than a dollar a year. What a steal. Phury was half-dead as he got to his feet. Sounds good.

Young people are careless of their virginity; one day they may have it and the next not.

The world has suffered more from the ravages of ill-advised marriages than from virginity.

Marriage fills the Earth, virginity Heaven.

Strictly speaking, one should not even rightly compare virginity to marriage because you cannot make a comparison between two things if one is good and the other evil.

Virginity, albeit some highly prize it, Compared with marriage, had you tried them both, Differs as much as wine and water doth.

Girls are losing their virginity at 15, 16. I'm not promoting that. But my songs are talking... about me becoming a man.

Men knew that if they devirginized a woman, they could end up dead within twenty-four hours. These controls have been removed.

I don't want to brag, but if I go through this, and I go back to camp, I'll have something unique to talk about. I can be like, 'Hey, not only am I not a virgin, I lost my virginity to a frog-headed exotic dancer.' Will that be something to brag about or something to be ashamed of?

It is beyond doubt that wherever the United States needed to lose any kind of virginity in global affairs, the British were on hand with unguents and aphrodisiacs of all kinds.

It seems right that Mik should be awakened in the same way. That we should lose our magic virginity the same way. To creepy puppets, during snowstorms. (Okay. That sounds so wrong. But you know what I mean.)

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

So easy now that Elder Sister has explained to her what all young girls in houses are taught—that with care and meticulous acting and tears of pretended pain and fear, and the final modest telltale stains cautiously placed, a girl can, if necessary, be virgin ten times for ten different men.

As a rule of thumb, I'd say one cliché per [Romance]--and then be damn sure you can make it work. But if you're going to try to write the virginal amnesiac twin disguised as a boy mistaken for the mother (or father depending how well the disguise works) of a secret baby, honey, you better have some serious skills. Or seek therapy.

It's an unfortunate by-product of a patriarchal society that women are deemed sluttish or cheap for engaging in sex for pleasure while men are considered vital. Virginity shouldn't be a prize to be won, or withheld. The hymen has no rewarding properties, grants no powers. Women should—no, must—be allowed to pursue their own sexual gratification, whether or not procreation is the goal or the relationship a monogamous one, just as a man is free to do so.

The problem in this case was you can't be a middle-aged virgin in America without something being wrong with you. People can't conceive of a virtue in someone else that they can't conceive in themselves. Instead of believing you're stronger, it's so much easier to imagine you're weaker.

I am she that men call Modesty. Virgin I am and ever shall be. Not for me the fruitful fields and the fertile vineyard. Increase is odious to me; and when the apples burgeon or the flocks breed, I run, I run, I let my mantle fall. My hair covers my eyes, I do not see. Spare, O spare!

So the room was an attic; the bed narrow; and lying there reading, for she slept badly, she could not dispel a virginity preserved through childbirth which clung to her like a sheet. Lovely in girlhood, suddenly there came a moment...

Actually she was at least in her late twenties (I never established her exact age for even her passport lied) and had mislaid her virginity under circumstances that changed with her reminiscent moods.

He had turned the loss of his virginity into a campaign, when all it took was a few sous and five minutes of his time. (pg 21)