Quotes About Lust

We desire nothing so much as what we ought not to have.

Lust of power is the most flagrant of all the passions

They're going at it like a couple of fuck monkeys. Almost on the fade up, Louis cums.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer made the observation that when lust takes control, "At this moment God . . . loses all reality. . . . Satan does not fill us with hatred of God, but with forgetfulness of God.

At this moment [of lust] God . . . loses all reality. . . . Satan does not fill us with hatred of God, but with forgetfulness of God" (Dietrich Bonhoeffer).

The mind controlled by lust has an infinite capacity for rationalization.

Love is lust made meaningful. Hope is hunger made human.

Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?

For a Brahmin, who gives importance to acts, even the pleasures of heaven are useless; whereas, for a Kshatriya, who takes pride and feels honoured in taking risks, he is least bothered about his life. Any man, who exercises control over all his senses, remains unmoved by the looks/beauty of a young woman. He is never affected by disorders like lust, anger, greed, liquor, infatuation,

We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us

Sin is the blurring of truth which clouds the purity of our consciousness. In sin we lust after pleasures, not because they are truly desirable, but because the red light of our passions makes them appear desirable; we long for things not because they are great in themselves, but because our greed exaggerates them and makes them appear great.

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us the less taste we shall have for the destruction of our race. Wonder and humility are wholesome emotions, and they do not exist side by side with a lust for destruction. { Speech accepting the John Burroughs Medal }

We'll have sex all night. Half the morning too. And just when you think you can't take anymore, we'll go at it again.

You told me I was the best sex you'd ever had in your life...You couldn't get enough...At one point you were so loud I thought sure hotel security was going to beat down the door.

I was lusted after walking down the streets of New York.

Possessions. The very word is potent - suggestive as it is of ownership both material and erotic. To possess. Possession. Possessed.

War demoralizes those who are trained for it. It brutalizes men of naturally gentle character. It outrages every beautiful canon of morality. Its path of glory is foul with the passions of lust, and red with the blood of murder. This is not the pathway to our goal

to do anything with attachment. With desire . . . with anger..greed..lust . . . fear.. is only creating more karma, which is keeping you in the game . . . on the wheel of birth and death once you see through that. . . Desires can't help but fall away

His first step is to make temptation appear as a natural desire. It is something unequivocally physical and human.

Having lost this truth, what are we left with? Pornography and the cruel degradation of men, women, and children; death in the womb in the name of personal rights; the breakdown of the family for myriad reasons; the profanation of sex in our entertainment industry; violence in unprecedented proportions. One can only weep for the bleeding and the loss. In losing the high value that God has placed on the body, we are in a free fall, at the mercy of greed, cruelty, and lust.

I've seen the devil of violence, and the devil of greed, and the devil of hot desire; but, by all the stars! these were strong, lusty, red-eyed devils, that swayed and drove men—men, I tell you. But as I stood on this hillside, I foresaw that in the blinding sunshine of that land I would become acquainted with a flabby, pretending, weak-eyed devil of a rapacious and pitiless folly. How insidious he could be, too, I was only to find out several months later and a thousand miles farther.

I saw the devil of violence, and the devil of greed, and the devil of hot lust...

A taint of imbecile rapacity blew through it all, like a whiff from some corpse.

O Crassus, tell us, For thou dost know, what is the taste of gold?