Quotes About Forbidden

Repudiating the virtues of your world, criminals hopelessly agree to organize a forbidden universe. They agree to live in it. The air there is nauseating: they can breathe it.

În clipa când È›i se impune s? nu te gândeÈ™ti la un lucru, te vei gândi doar la el, obsesiv. InterdicÈ›ia devine obligaÈ›ie.

Have you all forgotten that I am Henry's spawn? And Anne Boleyn's . . . a name that does not pass my lips, but is forever on my mind? Who can doubt the courage of a woman who faced the ax by lifting up her long hair with a smile?

Nick was chocolate and cigarettes and whiskey and danger, and everything I should stay away from.

Table salt hardens here. Books mildew. Diaries flip open. Private Property: Please Turn Around.

Good." He straddled her, caging her with his body. "Were it up to me, all of London would know what we do here. -Griffin to Hero.

Dear God. She ached, wanting something that she knew was a sin. Wanting a man who was sin itself.

Behave, Miss Greaves," he murmured under his breath, his voice husky and deep. "Fine words for a man who runs about St. Giles at night in a mask," she whispered. He frowned, glancing around. "Hush.

He was covered, of course, but she knew what lay beneath the sheets- she'd seen him entirely nude at the Lords' revels. She had the image burned into her memory: a proud, thick penis, heavy sac, and curling midnight hair. If the coverlet slipped just a little bit downward, she would see the upper edge of that nest of black hair. The thought made her press her thighs together under her dress. Did he know how his body affected her?

You're not to go wading in my pond again," he said. She shrugged and picked up her shoes and stockings where they lay on the path. "Very well, Your Grace, but it's a great pity. I should've liked to go swimming.

Besides, they'll all know soon enough, won't they? That I'm your mistress?" He snorted, hitting the bed with one arm as he sprawled. She raised a delicate eyebrow. "That is what you want, isn't it?" "I can't have what I want." "Can't you?" Her voice was light, nearly careless. "But you're the Duke of Wakefield, one of the most powerful men in England.

She nudged his arm to wash under it, where his dark hair grew in a swirl. Where the scent of his masculinity was the strongest. She shouldn't find this erotic. A lady shouldn't find this erotic. And yet she did. His lifted arms made the muscles move over his ribs stand out in intriguing ridges, and she wanted- rather badly, in fact- to lean down and inhale his scent.

When you are not allowed to do something, it often becomes very important.

Banned! My eyes light up, I think I see stars. Anything that has been banned by anyone must be something I'd like.

I dare not always touch her, lest the kiss leave my lips charred. Yea, Lord, a little bliss, brief bitter bliss, one hath for a great sin; Nathless thou knowest how sweet a thing it is.

Edges are magic, too; there's a kind of forbidden magic on the borders of things, always a ceremony of crossing over, even if we ignore it or are unaware of it.

The victimization of children is nowhere forbidden; what is forbidden is to write about it.

Desire is endless and unappeasable, is most intense where most forbidden, and is never far from despair.

Excuse me, but aren't boys forbidden on this floor?' Macey said on our way to the suite. 'That's the advantage of being the only boy,' he (Zach) said. 'No one actually comes right out and makes rules like that.

Are we supposed to be in here?" Logan shrugged. "Probably not. But if they really wanted to keep us out, they shouldn't have let me see them punch in the code that one time." Maddie thought he made a very excellent point. Everyone knew that Logan was really good at remembering things. All the things. Like phone numbers and access numbers and where the White House stored its chocolate.

Les retrouvailles sont des phénomènes si complexes qu'on ne devrait les effectuer qu'après un long apprentissage ou bien tout simplement les interdire.

You don't think I'm going to deflower you under your father's roof, do you?

In the holy city of Mecca, violence of any kind was forbidden. From the moment they left home, pilgrims were not permitted to carry weapons, to swat an insect or speak an angry word, a discipline that introduced them to a new way of living.

Neither do thou lust after that tawny weed tobacco.