Quotes About Lust

How does it feel living life every day with such attractive faces in a place where women are forced to take responsibility even for the worst outcomes that spring from other people's lusts?

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard. Let us hit each other with birch branches and lock each other in dungeons; let us drink each other's blood in the night and betray each other in the sun. Let us lie and lust and take hundreds of lovers; let us dance until snow melts between us. Let us steal and eat until we grow fat and roll in the pleasures of life, clutching each other for purchase.

Sell your soul and half your shoes for a glass of gin.

It is this notion of women's barely controllable lust that often lies behind justifications for clito-ridectomy, seclusion and veiling.

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

If this formulation appears to be overly analytical and to ignore the mysterious process of "falling in love," that is because in my experience the "chemistry" that causes us to choose one person over all other possibilities can be seen in retrospect as a combination of readiness, lust, and hope rather than an indefinable but powerful union of two souls. I would be more ready to believe in the latter if there was more evidence of its persistence over time.

For the love of God have mercy on my aching cock. I want you in bed." "That, sure lord, is where I want to be.

He wanted to be master, to speak with authority which could only come from God. it was later to become his proud testimony that he hated his sins - even as he ran towards sin, even as he sinned. He hated the evil that lived in his body, and he feared it, as he feared and hated the lions of lust and longing that prowled the defenseless city of his mind.

had been beautiful, and if God had not given her a spirit so demure, she might, with ironic gusto, have acted out that rape in the fields forever. Since she could not be considered a woman, she could only be looked on as a harlot, a source of delight more bestial and mysteries more shaking than any a proper woman could provide. Lust stirred in the eyes of men when they looked at Deborah, lust that could not be endured because it was so impersonal, limiting communion to

They're devils who pretend to serve the Church and Christ, but they serve only themselves. They lust for power, power at any cost. They hide behind a net of poverty and piousness, but underneath, they feed like kings and amass fortunes.

Like too many men, Trahearne and I didn't know how to deal with a woman like [the girl], caught as we were between our own random lusts and a desire for faithful women so primitive and fierce that it must have been innate, atavistic, as uncontrollable as a bodily function. That was when I stopped being angry at the old man.

Lust makes you weak, passion makes you strong, love makes you brave, and heartache makes you wise.

You know you're in lust when you're quick to fall into a reverie because dreams seem better than reality.

And I like the way Cain writes his women. Very strong. They're kind of lusty, they know what they want, they're full of conviction. Cain's women are sexual.

you boys can keep your virgins give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.

Desire is the essence of a man.

If reason dominates in man, he rises higher than angels. If lust overpowers man, he descends lower than the beast.

Ladies ...any man that lusts after you will answer to God for his mental adultery...but you will answer to God if you provoked him by the manner in which you are dressed.

Male aggression and lust are the energizing factors in culture. They are men's tools of survival in the pagan vastness of female nature.

Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.

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.

Lust sullies every age of man, but quite extinguishes old age.

A drunk man, staggering and mindless, must be led home by his son, so wet is his psyche... Water brings death to the psyche, as earth brings death to water... The psyche lusts to be wet.

Avarice has ruined more men than prodigality, and the blindest thoughtlessness of expenditure has not destroyed so many fortunes as the calculating but insatiable lust of accumulation.