Quotes About Lust

winter mortifies the flesh and invigorates the soul. There's nothing like a brisk, biting wind to fend off gluttony and lust." I could see his point: it's hard to fornicate when your balls are frostbitten.

Why do dragons lust for gold?' 'Dragons do not lust for gold. They hoard gold because they are often lazy, and do not like to go out in search for food. Rumours about their hoards ensure a steady stream of questing heroes, in other words, a staple diet. The dragon lust for gold should be called the dragon lust for gold-lusting food,' said Asvin.

When someone covets something they desire and lust over it.Usually it's something they can't have. You've always had that problem...

Her legs started to tremble and together they went down to the rug. Angie lay spread before him like an impossible offering and every thought, every memory, every consideration dissolved and there was only the need to be inside her, to lose himself in the slick warmth of her, to feel alive and to feel pleasure. He stretched on top of her and her legs spread to accept him. He gripped himself and found her entrance. He slid inside her, into tight, wet heat. And then he really did lose his mind.

Bull. Shit. You want to get busy with him. You want to climb him like a cat on a curtain," Denise said with undisguised relish.

He tried to make his lust comical, to show how absurd it all was, easily the most wretched form of human struggle, the very essence of slavery.

As for Sono, she was trying to instruct him, to show how a man should treat a woman. The pride of the peacock, the lust of the goat, and the wrath of the lion are the glory and wisdom of God.

To be desired is perhaps the closest anybody can reach in this life to feeling immortal.

Our lust is furious and our greed limitless in pursuing wealth and honors, chasing after power, heaping up riches, and gathering all those vain things which seem to give us grandeur and glory. On the other hand, we greatly fear and hate poverty, obscurity, and humility, and so we avoid these realities in every way. Thus, we see that those who order their lives according to their own counsel have a restless disposition. We

To write well, to write passionately, to be less inhibited, to be warmer, to be more self-critical, to recognize the power of as well as the force of lust, to write, to love.

Yet for all he knew the terrible griefs, great sufferings, accidents and windfalls it told of were all true to life—what did he know about life, about people? Maybe most people were as wilful, as overmastered by ambition, blood, lust, money, passion as the TV showed them.

Are not heavens joyes as valiant to asswage Lusts, as earths honour was to them?

Your Cleopatra; Dolabella's Cleopatra; every man's Cleopatra.

Life is the lust of a lamp for the light that is dark till the dawn of the day that we die.

He had gone to several universities . . . and had found only curves and credits. He had become drunk on the idea of God and found only theology. He had risen several times on the subtle and powerful wings of lust, expectant of magnificence, achieving only discharge. A few times he had extended friendship with palpitating hope, only to find that no one quite knew what he had in mind. His solitude now was the result of his metabolism, that constant breathing in of joy and exhalation of sadness.

A human naturally requires Money, Shelter, and Sex for living without frustration, anger, and rage. Since as others, I realize it as well; however, I feel that as a need, not as my weakness; thus, it protects from every evil of this world.

Being gay not only violates natural morals and values; however, it also holds in contempt of that; indeed, it characterizes as the opposite of natural beauty, as lacking in physical coordination. Accordingly, the lust of sex cannot beautify life without natural-matching.

I thought of sex and sin; of my body and all the men in the world who would never sleep with it.

And as a young man raised on the films of the Vietnam War, I want ammunition and alcohol and dope, I want to screw some whores and kill some Iraqi motherfuckers.

A person can't trust the people around oneself to the extent s/he has self-interest & lust as dirt & dust spread across from the top to bottom crust of her/his mind.

Love is a desire to like,dream to make,trust not to break,pleasure not to fake,but never a lust or money in life for God's sake.

Trust is the strength of respect and the lust its weakness.

She practically had to stop herself from climbing his body and empaling herself on his cock.

Roane is an enemy, but a very fuckable one.