Lust
Quotes - I believe in love at first sight…
“Though
it’s reasons to burn may vary... you are always the fuel of my fire.”
―
Ranata Suzuki
“I
think sex with him might undo my essential cellular cohesion.”
―
Karen Marie Moning, Faefever
“I
know he wasn’t perfect…
But
he did the best impression of it I’ve ever seen.”
―
Ranata Suzuki
“The
thing I never understood about love is that it can't be quelled, like lust can.
With love, if you follow its call, if you give in to it, it just gets worse.
The more you have, the deeper you go, the more you need.”
―
Emily Maguire, Taming the Beast
“Michael
was still an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, coated in yum. Only now the enigma
was a little less mysterious; I was a few clues closer to solving the riddle -
but damn, that man would always be coated in yum.”
―
Lisa Shearin, The Trouble with Demons
“I
hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically
irrational.”
―
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gatsby Girls
“I
believe in love at first sight…
But
it’s not the first moment you lay eyes on a person, it’s the moment you first
see the person they truly are.”
―
Ranata Suzuki
“Such
moments passed and the wasting fires of lust sprang up again. The verses passed
from his lips and the inarticulate cries and the unspoken brutal words rushed
forth from his brain to force a passage. His blood was in revolt. He wandered
up and down the dark slimy streets peering into the gloom of lanes and
doorways, listening eagerly for any sound. He moaned to himself like some
baffled prowling beast. He wanted to sin with another of his kind, to force
another being to sin with him and to exult with her in sin. He felt some dark
presence moving irresistibly upon him from the darkness, a presence subtle and
murmurous as a flood filling him wholly with itself. Its murmur besieged his
ears like the murmur of some multitude in sleep; its subtle streams penetrated
his being. His hands clenched convulsively and his teeth set together as he
suffered the agony of its penetration. He stretched out his arms in the street
to hold fast the frail swooning form that eluded him and incited him: and the
cry that he had strangled for so long in his throat issued from his lips. It
broke from him like a wail of despair from a hell of sufferers and died in a
wail of furious entreaty, a cry for an iniquitous abandonment, a cry which was
but the echo of an obscene scrawl which he had read on the oozing wall of a
urinal.”
―
James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
“But
of the seven deadly sins, wrath is the healthiest - next only to lust.”
―
Edward Abbey, Postcards from Ed: Dispatches and Salvos from an American
Iconoclast
“I
had never realized a woman could have to struggle to keep her hands off a man,
but here I was, digging my nails into my palms, staring at the inside of my
eyelids as though I could maybe see through them if I peered hard enough.”
―
Charlaine Harris, Dead to the World
“Kaz
snagged her wrist. "Inej." His gloved thumb moved over her pulse,
traced the top of the feather tattoo. "If we don't make it out, I want you
to know..."
She
waited. She felt hope rustling its wings inside her, ready to take flight at
the right words from Kaz. She willed that hope in to stillness. Those words
would never come. The heart is an arrow.
She
reached up and touched his cheek. She thought he might flinch again, even knock
her hand away. In nearly two years of battling side by side with Kaz, of
late-night scheming, impossible heists, clandestine errands, and harried meals
of fried potatoes and hutspot gobbled down as they rushed from one place to another,
this was the first time she had touched him skin to skin, without the barrier
of gloves or coat or shirtsleeve. She let her hand cup his cheek. His skin was
cool and damp from the rain. He stayed still, but she saw a tremor pass through
him, as if he were waging a war with himself.
"If
we don't die this night, I will die unafraid, Kaz. Can you say the same?"
His
eyes were nearly black, the pupils dilated. She could see it took every last
bit of his terrible will for him to remain still beneath her touch. And yet, he
did not pull away. She knew it was the best he could offer. It was not enough.
She
dropped her hand. He took a deep breath.
Kaz
had said he didn't want her prayers and she wouldn't speak them, but she wished
him safe nonetheless. She had her aim now, her heart had direction, and though
it hurt to know that path led away from him, she could endure it.”
―
Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows
“I
mean... it's just one night,' he said softly. 'In the morning, you can forget
it. You can go back to pretending you don't like me, and I can pretend that I
don't care. But for tonight, let me pretend you're mine.'
She
melted at the word mine. For a dizzying second, she couldn't think. She
couldn't bring herself to pull away, and yet she couldn't tell him she would
stay.
'If
it's easier, you can pretend, too,' he whispered. 'You can pretend I'm still
Jacks of the Hollow and that you want to be mine.' His mouth pressed against
her throat once more and slowly traced a blissful line up her neck, to her ear.
Then his teeth nipped her earlobe.
She
gasped. The bite was sharp and a little painful, as if he wanted to hold her
and punish her, too. But he didn't have to punish her. This was already torture
because she wanted it so much. She wanted him to want her, even if he was
half-delirious in his wanting.
'I'm
not delirious.' His voice was husky with something like sleep, but when he looked
down on her, his eyes were clear and lucid.
And
Evangeline felt as if she was tumbling in to them.”
―
Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After
“Desire
makes idiots of all of us. But you already knew that part, didn't you?”
―
S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood
“वह प्रेम जिसका लक्ष्य मिलन है प्रेम नहीं वासना
है।”
―
Munshi Premchand, प्रेमचंद
“Julia’s
heart would not be still. It would not stop the riotous beating it began when
she saw Charles on the lawn. He had come for her. Despite her wishes, despite
her orders to stay away, he had followed her here to Drake Manor, and she loved
him all the more for it. Yet, it changed nothing. They still could never be
together.”
―
Anna Durbin, King of Wands
