Quotes About Lust

We have to ask ourselves why we are so focused on silent girly-girls in G-strings faking lust. This is not a sign of progress, it's a testament to what's still missing from our understanding of human sexuality with all its complexity and power. We are still so uneasy with the vicissitudes of sex we need to surround ourselves with caricatures of female hotness to safely conjure up the concept of 'sexy.' When you think about it, it's kind of pathetic.

Wickedness is nourished by lust.

Music - not just the lyrics, but the music itself - expresses confused or illicit passions: rage, lust, envy, frustration, channeling these energies and creating an outlet for them.

For all the value that the true, the truthful, the selfless may deserve, it would still be possible that a higher and more fundamental value for life might have to be ascribed to deception, selfishness, and lust. It might even be possible that what constitutes the value of these good and revered things is precisely that they are insidiously related, tied to, and involved with these wicked, seemingly opposite things—maybe even one with them in essence. Maybe!

And just look at these men: their eye saith it - they know nothing better on earth than to be with a woman. Filth is at the bottom of their souls; and alas! If their filth hath spirit in it!

Man liebt zuletzt seine Begierde, und nicht das Begehrte.

Sin is self-mutilation, the destruction of personality — when it takes the form of pride, it crowns Goodness with thorns; when it takes the form of dishonesty, it nails hands to a Cross; when it takes the form of hate, it blasphemes the dying; when it takes the form of lust, it crucifies.

The interdependence of spiritual destinies, the plan of salvation; for me, that is the sublime and unique feature of Catholicism. I was just thinking a moment ago that the spectator-attitude corresponds to a form of lust; and more than that, it corresponds to the act by which the subject appropriates the world for himself. And I now perceive the deep truth of Bérulle's theocentrism. We are here to serve; yes, the idea of service, in every sense, must be thoroughly examined.

I've been wanting to do this all night. Give me those luscious—" He ripped the front of her bodice open, freed her breasts, and buried his face between them. "Mmmm. God, I could devour you," he moaned as his hot, wet mouth captured her nipple. Bel gasped then let out a low, breathless laugh of delirious pleasure.

Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.

If you live in rock and roll, as I do, you see the reality of sex, of male lust and women being aroused by male lust. It attracts women. It doesn't repel them.

When she stepped out of that spumy sea Aphrodite was said to have brought fertility, flowers, life, light to a barren world. For centuries women and men went to her sanctuaries to seek her pity and protection. Her domain was originally not just lust, but lust for life.

O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!

Man as an Idea in neoplatonist religion is again an abstraction, less a monster and more a bad joke. The religious idea of man is of a bodiless being who works to undo his flesh, deny his appetites, and to rise above the ordinary requirements of the body. This abstraction has a horror of the material world as a kind of fatal allure seeking to corrupt his soul. But no man finds himself more beset by lust than the man who tries to deny he is a man.

Sex & Money The Warden of the Order of Silence (Kensington: The Settlement Press, n.d.) '...all the troubles of human life can be grouped under one or other of these words.

Two lusts breed in the soul of man: the lust for aggresion, and the lust for telling lies. If one will not allow himself to wrong others, he will wrong himself. If he doesn't come across anyone to lie to, he will lie to himself in his own thoughts.

but he that sins through lust, being overcome by pleasure, doth in his very sin bewray a more impotent, and unmanlike disposition.

The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.

Screw poetry, it's you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.

How shrunk, how dwindled, in our times Creation's mighty seed - For Man has broke the Fellowship With murder, lust, and greed.

Despite their cool poses they wear their cravings on the outside, like the suckers on a squid. They want it all.

Whatever our shapes and features, we were snares and enticements despite ourselves, we were the innocent and blameless causes that through our very nature could make men drunk with lust, so that they'd stagger and lurch and topple over the verge—The verge of what? we wondered.

Whatever our shapes and features, we were snares and enticements despite ourselves, we were the innocent and blameless causes that through our very nature could make men drunk with lust, so that they'd stagger and lurch and topple over the verge - The verge of what? we wondered. Was it like a cliff? - and go plunging down in the flames, like snowballs made of burning sulphur hurled by the angry hand of God.

Do you hunger for me, do you burn for me