Lust
Quotes - We hunger in earnest for that which we cannot consume
“Lust
is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them
all, lends strength to them all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all
founded on lust.”
― Marquis
de Sade
“My
spirit is healthy, yes. But I tell you, my flesh is healthy too. I am
enlightened and free, but I am also lustful and carnal.”
―
C. JoyBell C.
“Just
like you mistook lust for love, you have mistaken with being alone for
loneliness. So I'm fine. Thanks for asking.”
―
pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You
“You've
got an awfully kissable mouth.”
―
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gatsby Girls
“I
told him your loins were clearly burning, and he should man up and make a
move."
"You
did not!"
"I
did. And if he doesn't, then I suggest you jump his bones."
...
I
finally register what he's wearing. It's a handsome skinny black suit with a
shiny sheen. The pants are too short - on purpose, of course - exposing his
usual pointy shoes and a pair of blue socks that match my dress exactly.
And
I totally want to jump him.”
―
Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door
“I
live for sex.
I
celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it, with every fibre of my being.
I
can see no better reason for being alive.”
―
Fiona Thrust, Naked and Sexual
“So
then why are you here, Xaden?'
'Because
I can't seem to stay away.”
―
Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing
“There
is no dignity when the human dimension is eliminated from the person. In short,
the problem with pornography is not that it shows too much of the person, but
that it shows far too little.”
―
Pope John Paul II
“I
have always been full of lust - as I am now - but I have always been placing
conceptual obstacles in my own path.”
―
Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963
“She
was perfect, pure maddening sex, and she knew it, and she played on it, dripped
it, and allowed you to suffer for it.”
―
Charles Bukowski, Factotum
“She
tried to tear herself away from him. The effort broke against his arms that had
not felt it. Her fists beat against his shoulders, against his face. He moved
one had, took her two wrists, pinned them behind her, under his arm, wrenching
her shoulder blades. She twisted her head back. She felt his lips on her
breast. She tore herself free…She fought like an animal. But she made no sound.
She did not call for help. She heard the echoes of her blows in a gasp of his
breath, and she knew that it was a gasp of pleasure…She felt the hatred and his
hands; his hands moving over her body, the hands that broke granite. She fought
the last convulsion. Then the sudden pain shot up, through her body, to her
throat, and she screamed. Then she laid still. It was an act that could be
performed in tenderness, as a seal of love, or in contempt, as a symbol of
humiliation and conquest. It could be an act of a lover or the act of a soldier
violating an enemy woman. He did it as an act of scorn. Not as love, but as
defilement. And this made her still and submit…the act of a master taking
shameful , contemptuous possession of her was the kind of rapture she had
wanted…”
―
Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
“To
feel aroused is to feel alive. Having great sex is like taking in huge lungfuls
of fresh air, essential to your body, essential to your health, and essential
to your life.”
―
Fiona Thrust, Naked and Sexual
“When
you are secure in yourself, know what turns you on, and enjoy watching your
partner watch you experience sexual pleasure, you have a highly novel
relationship grounded in love. The experience of seeing and being seen fuels
lust and desire. This is exactly the way you integrate healthy lust and love
into your sex life. It’s relational sex, not the old pornographic sex of past
addictions.”
―
Alexandra Katehakis, Erotic Intelligence: Igniting Hot, Healthy Sex While in
Recovery from Sex Addiction
“Lust
is the craving for salt of a man who is dying of thirst.”
―
Frederick Buechner, Wishful Thinking: A Seeker's ABC
“Finally,
when all was said and done, the certainty (so often experienced, yet always
new) that female charms, the kind that inflame the senses, are no more than
kitchen smells: they tease you when you're hungry and disgust you when you've
had your fill.”
―
M. Ageyev, Novel with Cocaine
“We
hunger in earnest for that which we cannot consume.”
―
Nenia Campbell, Black Beast
“Lust
is the source of all our actions, and humanity.”
―
Blaise Pascal, Pensées
“You
look beautiful sitting there spitting at me like a she-cat. All I have to do is
look at you, and I lust. I'm going to take you back to the hotel and take off
that delectable dress and make love to you until you don't have the energy to
be mad at me anymore." Ian Connelly, Marquis of Derne”
―
Karen Robards, Nobody's Angel
“I
don't define lust as anything evil or nasty. Lust as defined by me, is the
feeling of desire: a desire to eat cake, a desire to feel the touch of
another's skin moving over your own skin, a desire to breathe, a desire to
live, a desire to laugh intensely like it was the best thing God ever
created...this is lust as defined by me. And I think that's what it really is.”
―
C. JoyBell C.
“The
ego lusts for satisfaction. It has a prideful ferocious appetite for its
version of "truth". It is the most challenging aspect to conquer; the
cause for most spiritual turmoil.”
―
T.F. Hodge, From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph over Death and Conscious
Encounters With the Divine Presence
“The
cuter the boy, the mushier your brain.”
―
Jeanne Birdsall, The Penderwicks: A Summer Tale of Four Sisters, Two Rabbits,
and a Very Interesting Boy
“Someone
asked me about the difference between love and lust. Hmmm. That will take a
little thought. How to tell the difference? Well, for guys, if she looks better
AFTER you've made love to her than before, that might be love. If you find
yourself itching to get out the door afterward, probably just lust, y'know?”
―
Steven Barnes
“Hélène
Lagonelle’s body is heavy, innocent still, her skin’s as soft as that of
certain fruits, you almost can’t grasp her, she’s almost illusory, it’s too
much. She makes you want to kill her, she conjures up a marvelous dream of
putting her to death with your own hands. Those flour-white shapes, she bears
them unknowingly, and offers them for hands to knead, for lips to eat, without
holding them back, without any knowledge of them and without any knowledge of
their fabulous power. I’d like to eat Hélène Lagonelle’s breasts as he eats
mine in the room in the Chinese town where I go every night to increase my
knowledge of God. I’d like to devour and be devoured by those flour-white
breasts of hers.
I
am worn out with desire for Hélène Lagonelle.
I
am worn out with desire.
I
want to take Hélène Lagonelle with me to where every evening, my eyes shut, I
have imparted to me the pleasure that makes you cry out. I’d like to give
Hélène Lagonelle to the man who does that to me, so he may do it in turn to
her. I want it to happen in my presence, I want her to do it as I wish, I want
her to give herself where I give myself. It’s via Hélène Lagonelle’s body,
through it, that the ultimate pleasure would pass from him to me.
A
pleasure unto death.”
―
Marguerite Duras, The Lover
