Quotes About Lust

When lust descends, discretion, common sense and wisdom fly off and what may seem cunning concealment to one in the grip of passion looks like transparently clumsy idiocy to everyone else.

For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.

To his way of thinking, the only thing more natural than death was sex.

or to lick along the smooth velvet lining of a woman's mouth with his tongue.

you don't love me, you just love my doggystyle

I think that love should be greater than your lust for each other.

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

Meditation is like the moon: it transforms the energy of lust into love, anger into compassion, greed into sharing, aggressiveness into receptivity, ego into humbleness.

Love can make a great celebration out of your life - but only love, not lust, not ego, not possessiveness, not jealousy, not dependence.

Love can wait to give. Lust can't wait to get.

Sensuality without love is a sin; love without sensuality is worse than a sin.

Love is an angel disguised as lust.

Love is the great conqueror of lust.

So if a man live in any way of lasciviousness, the more his impure lust prevails, the more sweet and pleasant will it make the sin appear, and so the more will he be disposed and prejudiced to think there is no evil in it.

thrilling to the sensation of hard, teeming flesh.

find em, fool em, fuck em, forget em

Physical attraction was about aesthetics, not sexual performance, not mental stimulation. Without a mental connection, a remarkable sexual performance yielded no lifelong guarantees. It was only lust. And lust was not love.

She loved the way he deepened the kiss, making her dizzy as he wound his fingers in her hair and angled her head, urging her mouth open wider as he kissed her more forcefully. Reese tore at his shirt, needing to see him, to feel his skin against hers.

So long as his lust matched her vision of nappies and prams the bedroom was a lovely place to be.

Lust is a sprightly servant, Gallant where wines are poured; Love is a bitter master, Love is an iron lord.

I'm a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind.

There's a hell of a lot of horny people out there who are not being gratified in the way they should be.

There are so many hot, sexy women in L.A.

The Victorians, especially southern Victorians, needed a lot of room to stray away from each other, to duck tuberculosis and flu, to avoid rapacious lust, to wall themselves away from sticky emotion. Extra space is always good.