Quotes About Lust

His was an illness that besets the intellectual: the indefatigable will to mastery. Chronic and incurable, it afflicts those who lust after a world that makes sense.

Pity is like lust ... both like to masquerade as love and it's powerfully hard to know the difference when you're in the throes of it.

Love, love, love - all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures.

The more we are filled with thoughts of lust the less we find true romantic love.

We are full of dreams [...] We long for the unattainable. We believe in the nonsense of fables. There is no pure love; there is lust and there is need.

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

You don't want to get me started about apple martinis and the affect they have on my lovemaking. I might just throw you down and make some love to you right here and now.

What I say is that the supreme and singular joy of making love resides in the certainty of doing evil.

Love talks and talks. Lust is brief and to the point.

Your skin starts itching once you buy that gimmick about something called love.

Sometimes I think if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn.

But, though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing like "forever." Maybe because forever is such a scary place.

She exists, Damon. There are women out there who crave what we can give them. Once you taste it, you can't ever let go of it

You make me want. You make me want things I've never wanted.

You want me?

But I let it slide, because, hello, hot guy.

A] surge of predatory lust caused the hand still locked on Olive's ass to tighten—pleasurably, judging from the satisfied wince she elicited. Emboldened, Kate licked Olive's upper lip and murmured, "I plan to destroy your dirty little bucket list one item at a time.

But-- she tried not to wail, but her voice crept upward, anyway --I want to go HOME-- And I want a palace and a handsome, young prince who has an unnatural lust for old women, and neither of us are going to get what we crave, so let's concentrate on what we can do something about! Granny said sharply.

Men come to sex hoping that it will provide them with all of the emotional satisfaction that would have come from love. Most men think that sex will provide them with a sense of being alive, connected, that sex will offer closeness, intimacy, pleasure. And more often than not sex simply does not deliver the goods. This fact does not lead men to cease obsessing about sex; it intensifies their lust and their longing.

You cannot command love, Lady, only beauty or lust does that. Do you want the world to be fair? Then just imagine a world with no kings, no queens, no lords, no passion and no magic. You would want to live in such a dull world?

Lust is a voyage to nowhere, to an empty land, but some men just love such voyages and never care about the destination. Love is a voyage too, a voyage with no destination except death, but a voyage of bliss.

when the lust dies then mercy takes its place

Lust is the deceiver. Lust wrenches our lives until nothing matters except the one we think we love, and under that deceptive spell we kill for them, give all for them, and then, when we have what we have wanted, we discover that it is all an illusion and nothing is there. Lust is a voyage to nowhere, to an empty land, but some men just love such voyages and never care about the destination.

Did my moral upbrining somehow turn against itself? If looking at someone with desire was as bad as satisfying the desire, if having an active fantasy was as bad as the act you were fantasizing- then why not the satisfaction and the act itself? As the days went on, I discovered that I couldn't stop thinking sinful thoughts. In which case I also wanted the sin itself.