Quotes About Eros

Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me, Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature….

I'm sure I've got that part of the Aristophanic sex-myth straight. With the help of Eros we go on, each of us, looking for his missing half. Ravelstein was in real earnest about this quest, driven by longing. Not everyone feels that longing, or acknowledges it if he does feel it. In literature Antony and Cleopatra had it, Romeo and Juliet had it. Closer to our own time Anna Karenina and Emma Bovary had it, Stendhal's Madame de Rênal in her simplicity and innocence had

Eroticism is assenting to life even in death.

Christianity gave Eros poison to drink; he did not die of it, certainly, but degenerated to Vice.

Il cristianesimo dette da bere il veleno a Eros. Questi non ne morì, ma ben degenerò, in vizio.

Sex understood in the modern way is Eros-love severed from responsibility; it is desire without obligation. Because it is lawless desire, it is therefore Godless desire. That is why eroticism and atheism always go together.

We do like to have such good opinions of our own motives when we're about to do something harmful, to someone else. But as Mr. Erskine also pointed out, Eros with his bow and arrows is not the only blind god. Justitia is the other one. Clumsy blind gods with edged weapons: Justicia totes a sword, which, coupled with her blindfold, is a pretty good recipe for cutting yourself.

I did believe, at first, that I wanted only justice. I thought my heart was pure. We do like to have such good opinions of our motives when we're about to do something harmful, to someone else. But as Mr. Erskine also pointed out, Eros with his bow and arrows is not the only blind god. Justitia is the other one. Clumsy blind gods with edged weapons: Justitia totes a sword, which, coupled with her blindfold, is a pretty good recipe for cutting yourself.

Um, Dr. Alexander, there's a couple out here who say they're related to you. They…um…they're biker people. (Nurse) Hey, Julian. Tell Attila the Hun here that we're okay so we can come and ooh and aah over the babies. (Eros)

You want the bad news, or the really bad news? (Eros) Oh, let's see…how about we make my day special, and start with the worst, then work our way up? (Julian)

Don't start on that. When I offered you her gifts, you told me to shove them straight up my back orifice. (Eros)

The truth of the Goddess is the mystery of our being. She is the dynamic life force within. Her form is embedded in our collective psyche, part of what it is to be human. She is Gaia, the dance of life and Her song is Eros, the energy of creation.

Jung wrote, "Eros is a questionable fellow and will always remain so…. He belongs on one side to man's primordial animal nature, which will endure as long as man has an animal body. On the other side he is related to the highest forms of the spirit. But he thrives only when spirit and instinct are in right harmony.

I want to have my throat slashed while violating the girl to whom I will have been able to say: you are the night.

Eros has degenerated; he began by introducing order and harmony, and now he brings back chaos.

From half-dark to half-dark, I read autumn poems in spring. Buson writes about stepping on his dead wife's comb in their dark bedroom. In fact, she outlived him by thirty-one years. The chill from that comb, and the snap of eros and solitude and imagining, all in flower.

Eros the melter of limbs (now again) stirs me - sweetbitter unmanageable creature who steals in

Eros once again limb-loosener whirls me sweetbitter, impossible to fight off, creature stealing up...I don't know what I should do: two states of mind in me...

Like a gale smiting an oak On mountainous terrain, Eros, with a stroke, Shattered my brain.

Eros shook my mind like a mountain wind falling on oak trees.

Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.

Yet I love refinement and Eros has got me brightness and the beauty of the sun.

I may now add that civilization is a process in the service of Eros, whose purpose is to combine single human individuals, and after that families, then races, peoples and nations, into one great unity, the unity of mankind.

Eroticism, it may be said, is assenting to life up to the point of death