Lust
Quotes - I don't know why people are afraid of lust
“Most
of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't
stop.”
―
Holly Black, The Cruel Prince
“sex
is the consolation you have when you can't have love”
―
Gabriel GarcÃa Márquez
“Each
of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by
ourselves”
―
Laura Esquivel, Like Water for Chocolate
“Those
sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long.
Good
things come to those who wait.”
―
Jess C. Scott, The Intern
“I
envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.”
―
Jess C Scott, The Devilin Fey
“The
human body is the best work of art.”
―
Jess C. Scott
“I
nibbled my lower lip. "If you could see into my past just by touching my
back, you'd have a hard time resisting the temptation too."
"I
have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus.”
―
Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo
“I
felt like an animal, and animals don’t know sin, do they?”
―
Jess C. Scott, Wicked Lovely
“Your
memory feels like home to me.
So
whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.”
―
Ranata Suzuki
“Declare
your jihad on thirteen enemies you cannot see -egoism, arrogance, conceit,
selfishness, greed, lust, intolerance, anger, lying, cheating, gossiping and
slandering. If you can master and destroy them, then you will be read to fight
the enemy you can see.”
―
Al-Ghazzali
“If
they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come
nearer the truth.”
―
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“But
kissing Locke never felt the way that kissing Cardan does, like taking a dare
to run over knives, like an adrenaline strike of lightning, like the moment
when you've swum too far out in the sea and there is no going back, only cold
black water closing over your head.”
―
Holly Black, The Cruel Prince
“...as
long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn't
happened.”
―
Marguerite Duras, Blue Eyes, Black Hair
“I
hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I
want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.”
―
Pablo Neruda
“People
wait around too long for love. I'm happy with all of my lusts!”
― C.
JoyBell C.
“He
looked good, like sin in a suit.”
―
Melissa Marr, Wicked Lovely
“One
day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns
holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it
hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged
piece of glass.”
―
Maureen Medved, The Tracey Fragments
“I
don't know why people are afraid of lust. Then I can imagine that they are very
afraid of me, for I have a great lust for everything. A lust for life, a lust
for how the summer-heated street feels beneath my feet, a lust for the touch of
another's skin on my skin...a lust for everything. I even lust after cake. Yes,
I am very lusty and very scary.”
― C.
JoyBell C.
“Desire
is the kind of thing that
eats
you
and
leaves
you starving.”
―
Nayyirah Waheed
“He's
flint, you're tinder.”
―
Holly Black, The Cruel Prince
“I
wasn't in love with her. And she didn't love me. For me the question of love
was irrelevant. What I sought was the sense of being tossed about by some
raging, savage force, in the midst of which lay something absolutely crucial. I
had no idea what that was. But I wanted to thrust my hand right inside her body
and touch it, whatever it was.”
―
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
“Each
night I lie and dream about the one
Who
kissed me and awakened my desire
I
spent a single hour with him alone
And
since that hour, my days are layed with fire.”
―
L.J. Smith, Secret Circle Booklet
“Please,
touch me, I pray.”
―
Jess C Scott, The Intern
“I
recall certain moments, let us call them icebergs in paradise, when after
having had my fill of her –after fabulous, insane exertions that left me limp
and azure-barred–I would gather her in my arms with, at last, a mute moan of
human tenderness (her skin glistening in the neon light coming from the paved
court through the slits in the blind, her soot-black lashes matted, her grave
gray eyes more vacant than ever–for all the world a little patient still in the
confusion of a drug after a major operation)–and the tenderness would deepen to
shame and despair, and I would lull and rock my lone light Lolita in my marble
arms, and moan in her warm hair, and caress her at random and mutely ask her
blessing, and at the peak of this human agonized selfless tenderness (with my
soul actually hanging around her naked body and ready to repent), all at once,
ironically, horribly, lust would swell again–and 'oh, no,' Lolita would say
with a sigh to heaven, and the next moment the tenderness and the azure–all
would be shattered.”
―
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
“There
is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire”
―
Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel's Dart
