Quotes About Lust

What's more worse: Not being Loved or not worthy to be Lusted?

You are Innocent, you can't be otherwise, there is no other way, even in your lust, greed, hatred, cunningness, you're INNOCENT, because you wanted to overpower others, nature with your stupidity. Stop this absurd ACT, Be Aware, Trust Existence!

It was a kind of Occam's razor for law enforcement that adultery explained nearly everything. Infidelity. Lust. Stupidity and weakness.

Categories make for efficient communication and statistical recordkeeping. They also satisfy the human lust for making things seem simpler than they are. We have been trying to map the landscape of mental disorders by drawing lines around clusters of symptoms as if they were island, but mental disorders are more like ecosystems...defying crisp boundaries.

Yes. Within three minutes of making her acquaintance, he'd wanted to fuck this bug-eyed weirdo blind. Yes.

Love is a commitment that will be tested in the most vulnerable areas of spirituality, a commitment that will force you to make some very difficult choices. It is a commitment that demands that you deal with your lust, your greed, your pride, your power, your desire to control, your temper, your patience, and every area of temptation that the Bible clearly talks about. It demands the quality of commitment that Jesus demonstrates in His relationship to us.

Inhuman, saith I? Nay: the beasts of the field and forest, lacking all humanity, e'en the most terrible among these, slay not by long deliberate slaying and for lust. Human, then, indeed, were those fell crimes.

I like smooth shiny girls, hardboiled and loaded with sin.

They never had any. They never want anything very hard except maybe somebody else's wife and that's a pretty pale desire compared with the way a plumber's wife wants new curtains for the living room." I didn't say anything.

Beauty is often spoken of as though it only stirs lust or admiration, but the most beautiful people are so in a way that makes them look like destiny or fate or meaning, the heroes of a remarkable story.

They were healthy, normal sex fiends.

How attracted to one another we had been; how light she felt on my lap; how exciting it always was; how, even though we weren't having full sex, all the elements of it--the lust, the tenderness, the candour, the trust--were there anyway. And how part of me hadn't minded not going the whole way...This acceptance of less than others had was also due to fear, of course: fear of pregnancy, fear of saying or doing the wrong thing, fear of an overwhelming closeness I couldn't handle.

Just a little, a voice in his head urged him. He could show her just a little of passion, he reasoned; he could show her gently, skillfully, give her just a taste. Because lord knew what would become of her, and what sort of man would ultimately have the taking of her. He was certain he could give her pleasure, and she deserved that. He was distantly amused, even a little alarmed, at how reason and lust had conspired to make his desire to crawl beneath Susannah Makepeace's skirts seem noble.

The sages compared a spider's web to man's lust for land, gold and women. The spider spins its web and waits. A fly comes from somewhere and gets caught in it. The spider pulls the fly in slowly and devours it. The three kinds of lust were like that.

He slipped his tongue between her lips and thrust it wantonly inside her mouth over and over, echoing the enticing move of his hips against hers. She clutched him closer, reveling in the feel of him, and the fact that she'd made him moan for her, whisper her name over and over, beg her without words for more. To kiss him more. To touch him more.

That's when you fall in love with somebody. The lust and fucking like rabbits and letting your life fall to shit so you can be around him—that's passion. It's borderline obsession. And it always burns itself out. You know that, Liddie. That high never, ever lasts.

The lust and fucking like rabbits and letting your life fall to shit so you can be around him - that's passion. It's borderline obsession. And it always burns itself out.

You were still trying to figure out what to do with all the rage and lust and anger that sparked up like a forest fire for no reason. Will had been exactly like them at that age—so damn desperate for someone to show him how to be a man.

He laughed, and the round, brandy-rich tones rolled over me like velvet blankets, sending an electric jolt of lust down my spine.

the great novels of the world were about three things - death, money and sex. Occasionally a whale.

Men decide far more problems by hate, love, lust, rage, sorrow, joy, hope, fear, illusion or some other inward emotion, than by reality, authority, any legal standard, judicial precedent, or statute.

Man desires, woman is desired.

Lots of men are like that, their artistic leanings never go beyond a weakness for shapely thighs.

Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?