Quotes About Lust

We could have been day players in an amateur porn flick.

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 emotions. Extra space is always good.

Never pass up a chance to have sex or appear on television.

All the emotions have something in common. People are quite aware of the sorrow there always is in lust, but they are not so aware of the lust there is in sorrow.

Lust is not the worst thing. It is because any day, any time, lust may turn into love that we have to avoid it. And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.

The act of lust and the act of love are the same; it cannot be falsified like a sentiment.

The place was very like the world: overcrowded with lust and crime and unhappy love, it stank to heaven; but he realized that after all it was possible to find peace there, when you knew for certain that the time was short.

Belief dies away like desire for a woman

My greed had weakened me. Greed is human Kryptonite

Inte stort dugde han till: han hade mest av allt lust att sova och äta, och därnäst tyckte han om att ställa till odygd.

See, sexuality is less about the actual act of having pretty good sex for seventeen minutes twice a week and much more about surrounding yourself with an ever simmering sensual energy, pulsing just underneath your daily life and infusing almost everything you do. It's like you're always just a little bit horny, just a little turned on, but the object of your gentle lust isn't just your lover, it's divine life itself.

Love. It has always seemed to me that love is a combination of lust and pity. (...) I've got to have some feelings of pity for a girl to love her. She's got to have a fragile quality of some sort.

And though it would not be long before even the daft Mr. Collins would discover her condition, and be forced to behead her, she did not seem to ask for compassion. Her home and her housekeeping, her parish and her poultry, and her ever deepening lust for tender morsels of savory brains had not yet lost their charm.

Perspective," said Duell. "That's your problem, 'tis. I'm a vampire. I love killin', I love fuckin', and I love watching the world go by. That's what I am. Question is, what the 'ell are you?

MOST of the ugliness in the human narrative comes from a distorted quest to possess beauty. COVETING begins with appreciating blessings: MURDER begins with a hunger for justice. LUST begins with a recognition of beauty. GLUTTONY begins when our enjoyment of the delectable gifts of GOD starts to consume us. IDOLATRY begins when our seeing a reflection of God in something beautiful leads to our thinking that the beautiful image bearer is worthy of WORSHIP.

Lord, steady our feet when the world tries to rock and shake our faith. When materialism beckons with coy hands, steady our feet. When lust sashays within us, steady our feet. When fear tugs at our knees, steady our faith. Show us your goodness, and steady our hearts in you. Amen.

You know how people are, always wanting the one thing they can't have.

Stay where I can taste you. Take the pleasure I give you.

Compromise is sacrifice when it costs you your peace of mind. Friendship is idolatry when it costs you your self-worth. Love is lust when it costs you your purpose.

Why couldn't she get the man out of her mind? Because he reminded you what that hole between your legs is really for.

She needed to say something sexy and romantic with a mere hint of her vast intelligence. Something that would entice him into bed. But what came out was, "I wanna fuck." -Miki Kendrick

Mitch, Mitch, Mitch. If I stay, you'll only fall madly in love with me like so many men before you." "It's you we have to worry about," he sighed out. "You've already been trapped in my erotic web of lust. Might as well give it up to the daddy of all cats." Grinning, Sissy stretched out next to Mitch, her arm thrown over his waist. "You keep on dreamin' that dream, kitty." "I will. I own ponies in that dream, too.

She pulled her lips away again. "Wait!" He stopped and stared at her. "I'm relatively positive we're not supposed to be doing this." "Who says?" "The laws of nature and God." "Laws are made to be broken and God just wants us to be happy." Fucking this woman would make him so damn happy. "Come on. Let's go break some laws.

There is no more harm in adultery than in rubbing one's hands together.