Lust
Quotes - Seduce yourself first
“Silent
as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and
left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room,
and that she had numbered and counted the he loves me, he loves me not of each
petal, where the lifeless dust had settle.”
―
Anthony Liccione
“Tell
me again about the girl whose hands
have
no color. Whose hands are completely
white.
This time make them damned, or
untouched,
or have her open a red umbrella
or
point at some maple leaves and damned
near
cry. Those hands. As freakish goes,
I
wish I had a tail. Maybe then you’d know
how
much I like you. It shakes me through,
damn
through. It shakes me. When she carries
a
peacock feather. When she touches her neck
or
thighs. You’re a person. It’s not so bad.
You
have hands. You are a person with hands
to
hold things. Things you like. Tremendous
things.
Tell me what you will hold today. I
know
there is room for everything. There is no
need
to be ceremonious. Tell what gets let go.”
―
Rebecca Wadlinger
“It
was one of God's jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent
body.”
―
Charlaine Harris, Dead Until Dark
“LOVE
is made up of a strong affection and patience whiles LUST is made up of a
strong affection and impatience. Affection is common to them, but patience is
not common.”
―
Israelmore Ayivor
“There
is a correlation between the number of days since a man last had sex, and, the number
of things that he is willing to do for a woman.”
―
Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“Tell
me what you're thinking.'
I
wind my arms around his neck. 'I was thinking you are exactly as I predicted
the first time you took me in my room.'
'Oh
yeah?' He draws back, curiosity sparking in his eyes. 'And what exactly was
that?'
'A
very dangerous addiction.' My gaze skims over the silver line of his scar, the
thick lashes so many women would kill for, and over the bump in his nose to
that perfectly sculped mouth. I've already told him that I love him, so it's
not like I'm keeping secrets over here. Hell, compared to him, I'm an open
book. 'Impossible to sate.'
His
eyes darken. 'I'm going to keep you,' he promises, just like he did last night.
Or was it this morning? 'You're mine, Violet.'
I
lift my chin. 'Only if you're mine.'
'I've
been yours for longer than you could ever imagine.”
―
Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing
“I
want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth
and pull you to me and say "I love you I love you I love you" while
stripping. I want you so bad it stings.”
―
Bret Easton Ellis, The Rules of Attraction
“One
hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and
smoky purple lilies.
“They’re
straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t
die.”
―
Jess C Scott, The Devilin Fey
“What
was the point in satin and lace if it didn't make a man struggle to speak?”
―
Alexandra Ivy, Embrace the Darkness
“Whether
it's men, women—it doesn't really matter. The human race is filled with passion
and lust. And to coin terms like heterosexuality, homosexuality or even
bisexuality makes no sense to me. You are human. You love who you love. You
fuck who you fuck. That should be enough—no labels. No stigmas. Nothing. Just
be to be.
But
life isn't that kind. People will always find things to hate.”
―
Krista Ritchie, Kiss the Sky
“I
could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an
empty beach.”
―
Michael Faudet
“I
have never been loved enough to gain the desire of reproducing a being in the
image of my lover and I have never been given enough pleasure so that my brain
has not had the leisure to seek better...I have wanted the impossible...”
―
Rachilde, Monsieur Vénus
“Now
do you understand why I'm interested in you? You're a locked door, sweetheart.
You give no one a key and you never answer the door when anyone knocks...Ah,
but sometimes, sometimes I get a peek through the keyhole and what I find
there...It's like glimpsing you as you're stripping. Underneath all of that
darkness is something hungry, something desperate, something, oh, so
deliciously vulnerable.”
―
Tricia Owens, Fearless Leader
“Seduce
yourself first.”
―
Kamand Kojouri
“It's
weird, marriage. It's like this license that gives a person the legal right to
control their spouse / their 'other half.”
―
Jess C. Scott, Blind Leading Another
“Tis
better to have love and lust
Than
to let our apparatus rust.”
―
Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian
“Gods,
I wish the world was full of passive women.He thought for a moment longer, then
scowled. On second thoughts, what a nightmare that'd be. It's the job of a man
to fan the spark into flames, not quench it...”
―
Steven Erikson, Memories of Ice
“[novan]:
bassists are very good with their fingers
[novan]:
and some of us sing backup vocals, so that means we're good with our mouths
too...
(~
IM chat with Novan Chang, 18, bassist)”
―
Jess C Scott, EyeLeash: A Blog Novel
“O,
it's die we must, but it's live we can,
And
the marvel of earth and sun
Is
all for the joy of woman and man
And
the longing that makes them one.”
―
William Ernest Henley, Hawthorn and Lavender: With Other Verses
“But,
though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing
like "forever." Maybe because forever is such a scary place.”
―
Ellen Hopkins, Burned
“For
me the real evil of masturbation would be that it takes an appetite which, in
lawful use, leads the individual out of himself to complete (and correct) his own
personality in that of another (and finally in children and even grandchildren)
and turns it back: sends the man back into the prison of himself, there to keep
a harem of imaginary brides. And this harem, once admitted, works against his
ever getting out and really uniting with a real woman. For the harem is always
accessible, always subservient, calls for no sacrifices or adjustments, and can
be endowed with erotic and psychological attractions which no real woman can
rival. Among those shadowy brides he is always adored, always the perfect
lover: no demand is made on his unselfishness, no mortification ever imposed on
his vanity. In the end, they become merely the medium through which he
increasingly adores himself . . . . And it is not only the faculty of love
which is thus sterilized, forced back on itself, but also the faculty of
imagination.
The
true exercise of imagination, in my view, is (a) To help us to understand other
people (b) To respond to, and, some of us, to produce, art. But it has also a
bad use: to provide for us, in shadowy form, a substitute for virtues,
successes, distinctions etc. which ought to be sought outside in the real
world—e.g. picturing all I’d do if I were rich instead of earning and saving.
Masturbation involves this abuse of imagination in erotic matters (which I
think bad in itself) and thereby encourages a similar abuse of it in all
spheres. After all, almost the main work of life is to come out of our selves,
out of the little, dark prison we are all born in. Masturbation is to be
avoided as all things are to be avoided which retard this process. The danger
is that of coming to love the prison.”
―
C.S. Lewis
