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Yet the Narrator’s quest is not only for his own identity and vocation. He seeks an understanding of art, sexuality and worldly and political affairs: he is a snoop and a voyeur; he comments and classifies; his taxonomic impulse makes the novel appear to be a vast compendium, replete with burrowing wasps and bedsteads, military strategies, stereoscopes, asparagus and aeroplanes.
— Adam A. Watt, The Cambridge Introduction to Marcel Proust
The select natures who pant after the ideal, and find nothing in pantaloons or petticoats great enough to command their reverence and love, are curiously in unison with the narrowest and pettiest.
— George Eliot, Adam Bede
Most will regret opening up the doors to truth, while others will cower at thought of living an illusion. In the end, does impracticality defeat curiosity?
— Lionel Suggs
Old timidity has disappeared, and is replaced by silent, quaint fun, with which his face twinkles all over, as he listens.
— Thomas Hughes, Tom Brown's Schooldays
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
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
...as long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn't happened.
— Marguerite Duras, Blue Eyes, Black Hair
He grinned. “I was trying to remember all the deadly sins the other day,” he said. “Greed,envy, gluttony, irony, pedantry…”“I’m pretty sure irony isn’t a deadly sin.”“I’m pretty sure it is.”“Lust,” she said. “Lust is a deadly sin.”“And spanking.”“I think that falls under lust.”“I think it should have its own category,” said Jace. “Greed, envy, gluttony, irony, pedantry, lust, and spanking.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
Well enough,” I reply. “Remember, you’re drunk. And happy. You’re supposed to be lusting over your escort. Try smiling a little mo
— Marie Lu, Prodigy
Each night I lie and dream about the oneWho kissed me and awakened my desireI spent a single hour with him aloneAnd since that hour, my days are layed with fire.
— L.J. Smith, Secret Circle Booklet
He ran his finger along my jawline and down my neck. "The wait will be fun, but it's not going to be easy.
— Amy Plum, Die for Me
Now and then, an inch below the water's surface, the muscles of his stomach tightened involuntarily as he recalled another detail. A drop of water on her upper arm. Wet. An embroidered flower, a simple daisy, sewn between the cups of her bra. Her breasts wide apart and small. On her back, a mole half covered by a strap. When she climbed out of the pond a glimpse of the triangular darkness her knickers were supposed to conceal. Wet. He saw it, he made himself see it again. The way her pelvic bones stretched the material clear of the skin, the deep curve of her waist, her startling whiteness. When she reached for her skirt, a carelessly raised foot revealed a patch of soil on each pad of her sweetly diminished toes. Another mole the size of a farthing on her thigh and something purplish on her calf--a strawberry mark, a scar. Not blemishes. Adornments.
— Ian McEwan, Atonement
Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds.
— Richelle Mead, Thorn Queen
The world is divided into those who screw and those who do not. He distrusted those who did not—when they strayed from the straight and narrow it was something so unusual for them that they bragged about love as if they had just invented it.
— Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
In love the other is important
—  in lust you are important
When I saw him look at me with lust, I dropped my eyes but, in glancing away from him, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. And I saw myself, suddenly, as he saw me, my pale face, the way the muscles in my neck stuck out like thin wire. I saw how much that cruel necklace became me. And, for the first time in my innocent and confined life, I sensed in myself a potentiality for corruption that took my breath away.
— Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories
I watched a lot of YouTube videos of cute geeky girls playing '80s cover tunes on ukuleles. Technically, this wasn't part of my research, but I had a serious cute-geeky-girls-playing-ukuleles fetish that I can neither explain nor defend.
— Ernest Cline, Ready Player One
When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off;you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy.…People fancy they are enjoying themselves,but they are really tearing out their wingsfor the sake of an illusion.
— Jalaluddin Rumi
The girl in the tight black dress was passing by us now, eyeing Wes and walking entirely too slowly. "Hi," she said, and he nodded at her but didn't reply. Knew it, I thought.Honestly," I said.What?"Come on. You have to admit, it's sort of ridiculous."What is?"Now that I had to define it, I found myself struggling for the right words. "You know," I said, then figured Kristy had really summed it up best. "The sa-woon."The what?
— Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever
I told him your loins were clearly burning, and he should man up and make a move.""You did
— Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door
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
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
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.
Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing.
— Elizabeth Cohen, The Hypothetical Girl
He was the kind of young man whose handsome face has brought him plenty of success in the past and is now ever-ready for a new encounter, a fresh-experience, always eager to set off into the unknown territory of a little adventure, never taken by surprise because he has worked out everything in advance and is waiting to see what happens, a man who will never overlook any erotic opportunity, whose first glance probes every woman's sensuality, and explores it, without discriminating between his friend's wife and the parlour-maid who opens the door to him. Such men are described with a certain facile contempt as lady-killers, but the term has a nugget of truthful observation in it, for in fact all the passionate instincts of the chase are present in their ceaseless vigilance: the stalking of the prey, the excitement and mental cruelty of the kill. They are constantly on the alert, always ready and willing to follow the trail of an adventure to the very edge of the abyss. They are full of passion all the time, but it is the passion of a gambler rather than a lover, cold, calculating and dangerous. Some are so persistent that their whole lives, long after their youth is spent, are made an eternal adventure by this expectation. Each of their days is resolved into hundreds of small sensual experiences - a look exchanged in passing, a fleeting smile, knees brushing together as a couple sit opposite each other - and the year, in its own turn, dissolves into hundreds of such days in which sensuous experience is the constantly flowing, nourishing, inspiring source of life.
— Stefan Zweig, The Burning Secret and other stories
The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.
— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Tis better to have love and lustThan to let our apparatus rust.
— Kurt Vonnegut Jr., God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian
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
I think sex with him might undo my essential cellular cohesion.
— Karen Marie Moning, Faefever
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
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
Then a lightning bolt shot straight through my skivvies. Sha-ZAM!
— Megan McCafferty, Sloppy Firsts
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
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
It's a curious, wanting thing.
— Sarah Waters, Fingersmith
he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips…her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.
— Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
Salomé, Salomé, dance for me. I pray thee dance for me. I am sad to-night. Yes, I am passing sad to-night. When I came hither I slipped in blood, which is an evil omen; and I heard, I am sure I heard in the air a beating of wings, a beating of giant wings. I cannot tell what they mean .... I am sad to-night. Therefore dance for me. Dance for me, Salomé, I beseech you. If you dance for me you may ask of me what you will, and I will give it you, even unto the half of my kingdom.
— Oscar Wilde, Salomé
I was completely and irrevocably in lust
—  which tends to make a person impassive to others’ pain. Love makes us compassionate. Lust makes us deaf to all but the lover.
His eyes darted over the surface of my face. Like a moth to a blaze he was hesitant, seeming to crave my warmth but not its inevitable burn. He explored me from a distance with his unspoken desire, with the fear that touching me would set him to flame. I wanted nothing more in that moment than to prove very much the opposite.
— Shawn Kirsten Maravel, Volition
Ignore him," Heather begged. "I do. Constantly." Jean-Luc studied the coach, then turned to Heather with a wary look. "Every man in this town wants you." She laughed. "Yea, right. The old guys from the nursing home go into cardiac arrest whenever I walk by." His gaze drifted over her. "I can believe that.
— Kerrelyn Sparks, The Undead Next Door
Ranger cradled my face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from my eyes. "The ceremony is over. Can you make it back to the car?"I nodded. "I'm okay now. Am I red and blotchy from crying?""Yes," Ranger said, brushing a kiss across my forehead. "I love you anyway.""There's all kinds of love," I said.Ranger took me by the hand and led me back to the SUV. "This is the kind that doesn't call for a ring. But a condom might come in handy.""That's not love," I told him. "That's lust.
— Janet Evanovich, Eleven on Top
That line between love and lust was thin as a whisper.
— Julia Karr, XVI
Perhaps he was afraid as I was that we'd be caught. Or perhaps he was breathing me in just as I was letting him come into my lungs, my eyes, my heart.
— Lisa See, Peony in Love
Larry sat with his arm stretched out along the top of the front seat. His shirt cuff was pulled back by his position and displayed his slim, strong wrist and the lower part of his brown arm lightly covered with fine hairs. The sun shone goldly upon them. Something in Isabel's immobility attracted my attention, and I glanced at her. She was so still that you might have thought her hypnotized. Her breath was hurried. Her eyes were fixed on the sinewy wrist with its little golden hairs and on that long, delicate, but powerful hand, and I have never seen on a human countenance such a hungry concupiscence as I saw then on hers. It was a mask of lust. I would never have believed that her beautiful features could assume an expression of such unbridled sensuality. It was animal rather than human. The beauty was stripped from her face; the look upon it made her hideous and frightening. It horribly suggested the bitch in heat and I felt rather sick.
— W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.
— Anna Godbersen, Envy
It is very simple, actually. It is because you and Tengo were so powerfully drawn to each other.
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
Yet, whether to the glory or to the shame of human nature, in what we call pleasure (with an excess of scorn, perhaps) there are abysses as deep as those of love.
— Jules Barbey d'Aurevilly, Les Diaboliques
A frenzy of activity that had mostly led him in circles: wasn't that a fairly accurate description of lust?
— Jennifer Egan, A Visit from the Goon Squad
Lust has less logic than love, sometimes, but it's easier to fight.
— Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance
Blood rushed to the regions of my body that I associated with naughtiness, and I was powerless to stop it.
— Kat Lowe, Dream Cat
Hate is never a far cry from love… Sometimes I stumble the lines drunken.. Hollering your name..
— Shanica Stewart, The Nikki DaVinci Code
But virtue, as it never will be moved,Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,So lust, though to a radiant angel linked,Will sate itself in a celestial bedAnd prey on garbage.
— William Shakespeare, Hamlet
He lowered his head toward her, so she could feel his breath warm againsther skin, their mouths only inches apart. “You’re panting for it, aren’t you,Princess?” he murmured.
— Suzanne Enoch, Sins of a Duke
Megan loves orgasms so much, she would not hesitate to steal yours.
— Roy Station
Miranda looked up at him through a haze of desire, her will consumed by a fierce crackling heat, just like the dry twigs of the old woman's fire.
— Anya Seton, Dragonwyck
I am Kian.” “Mercy ” she replied. Swallowing hard she forced her gaze away from him. She was being too bold in her perusal but she could not stop looking at him. “Kindness ” he whispered. Their eyes locked and Mercy felt a jolt of some foreign but not unwelcome sensation pierce her. “I could use some of you”he said thoughtfully as his cool gaze devoured her. “Most definitely I could use you.”He rose and walked around the pond perusing her body as he came to stand beside her. “The milk of human kindness how sweet the taste.”He actually licked his lips and Mercy shivered her core heating and wetting. Then he lowered himself until they were eye to eye. “I believe I could drink you dry.
— Charlotte Featherstone, Lust
Look your fill ” the creature murmured his voice as sweet and rich as syllabub sauce. And his lusty grin when he said it was sinful—and pleasurable. Prue was certain her face flamed red at the barbarian’s insinuation. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean ” she replied tartly. He smiled and drained his goblet. His head was tilted back exposing the thick cords in his throat and Prue watched him eagerly drink down the entire contents in one swallow. Never had she seen such a vulgar display. Never had she been so engrossed in the workings of a man’s throat and the movement of his Adam’s apple. With a thunk he set the goblet down and shoved his chair back. His legs were spread and the black leather riding britches he wore were pulled snugly over his massive thighs…and other parts as well. Flushing Prudence glanced away. She could not look at him like that with his lace jabot untied and lying on either side of his opened shirt. A shirt that was unbuttoned and opened to his waist exposing a vast amount of dark male skin hairless and bronzed.“Shall you not look my lady ” he beckoned softly. “I like the feel of your eyes on me.” “Cover yourself sir ” she demanded. “It’s most unseemly.” “Ah the lady is Temperance indeed ” the brute murmured huskily.
— Charlotte Featherstone, Lust
You never did master a leer."- Katharine Murray, Death on the Family Tree
— Patricia Sprinkle
Sierra couldn’t afford complications, not in her position, but the way he flirted with her and teased had amped her touch hunger to a deafening roar.
— Katherine McIntyre, Forged Alliances
I had seen the flowers on her dress beside the canals in the north, she was indigenous like a herb, and I never wanted to go home.
— Graham Greene
Nestled next to me, she nodded. “I’m fine. As long as I take the medicine. So don’t worry.” She leaned her head back against my shoulder. “But don’t ask me anything, okay? Why that happened.”“Understood. No questions,” I said.“Thank you very much for today,” she said.“What part of today?”“For taking me to the river. For giving me water from your mouth. For putting up with me.”I looked at her. Her lips were right in front of me. The lips I had kissed as I gave her water. And once more those lips seemed to be seeking me. Slightly parted, with her beautiful white teeth barely visible. I could still feel her soft tongue, which I’d touched slightly as I gave her water. I found it hard to breathe, and I couldn’t think. My body burned. She wants me, I thought. And I want her.
— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
You are my drug of choiceI know you’re no good for meAnd though I swear my lipsWill never touch you againHere we are, here we are.
— Justin Wetch, Bending The Universe
Call me obsessed, color me consumedI’ve always been the type to noticeThe smell of a rose in bloom,But let me confess, this is newYou’ve stopped my heart, let it resumeAnd I, to finish, must tell it trueI’m high on your perfume.
— Justin Wetch, Bending The Universe
Sometimes it feels like even ifEvery inch of my skin was touching yoursI still wouldn’t be close enough to you.
— Justin Wetch, Bending The Universe
Love gives the best of highsBut also the worst of hangovers.
— Justin Wetch, Bending The Universe
Love does not exist. There exists the physical need for intercourse, and the rational need for a mate in life.
— Leo Tolstoy
And I will remember how we made the sun blush every morning.
— Malak El Halabi
There's something here, my dear boy, that you don't understand yet. A man will fall in love with some beauty, with a woman's body, or even a part of a woman's body (a sensualist can understand that) and he'll abandon his own children for her, sell his father and mother, and his country, Russia, too. If he's honest, he'll steal; if he's humane, he'll murder; if he's faithful, he'll deceive.
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
A frenzy of activity that had mostly led him in circles: wasn't that a fairly accurate description of lust? At times Bennie didn't even mind its disappearance; it was sort of a relief not to be constantly wanting to fuck someone. The world was unquestionably a more peaceful place without the half hard-on that had been his constant companion since the age of thirteen, but did Bennie want to live in such a world?
— Jennifer Egan, A Visit from the Goon Squad
With fireflies in her eyesShe blew all her words into his mouth with a stroke of a poignant Kiss!!
— AnkitMishra
Longing, because I miss her. I miss talking to her as me. Lust greater than I've ever known, because we're like this, it's the only time she softens and changes and gives me an inch, and it's a need that's in my head just as much as my body. It keeps me on my toes.
— Penelope Douglas, Punk 57
My preferences range from the gutter-like to the idyllically sublime, ideally with you roaming the range beside me...
— Virginia Alison
I would fight of course. Oh, I would fight. Better destroy everything than surrender her.
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
You must be careful. There are things that should never be given up. You must persevere.
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
True love is giving, not getting. Someone has said, "Love can always wait to give, but lust can never wait to get.
— Nancy Leigh DeMoss, Becoming a Woman of Discretion: Cultivating a Pure Heart in a Sensual World
Kartik feels like a country I want to travel—vast, dangerous, and unknown.
— Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty
There is something I just realizedThat I never knew before.I can't explain the reasons,But I know that I want more.
— Guess!
There are fires, vast and endless, that burn in me for you. And I will carry them until you are ready to walk through the Flames of me.
— William C. Hannan
Lust is like a robin attacking his reflection in a pane of glass again and again.
— Leslie Daniels, Cleaning Nabokov's House
I'm a lot to handle, but I can assure you, you'll have fun handling me.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, Wait for You
I can smell the sex on her. I hope she smells the love on me.
— Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story
What big eyes you have. Eyes of an incomparable luminosity, the numinous phosphorescence of the eyes of lycanthropes. The gelid green of your eyes fixes my reflective face; It is a preservative, like a green liquid amber; it catches me. I am afraid I will be trapped in it for ever like the poor little ants and flies that stuck their feet in resin before the sea covered the Baltic. He winds me into the circle of his eye on a reel of birdsong. There is a black hole in the middle of both your eyes; it is their still centre, looking there makes me giddy, as if I might fall into it.
— Angela Carter, The Erl-King
I just never had a friend who cared as you do. My best friend Destiny doesn't understand me, she has a husband and a child. A life I have always wanted, but unfortunately, tables have turned to where I can't find that one guy I could love."Angel felt bad for feeling lust for the straight woman. She should have known better."Jana, men have no idea what they are missing. You are as beautiful as they come and I would appreciate you more than any man would.
— Amber M. Kestner, Jana & Angel Volume 1
And though her husband will appear to come alive, she knows that it is lust - too quickly ignited and too quickly extinguished - that animates him.
— Anita Shreve, Sea Glass
You can't speak to him, he said, if you speak to him, if you give any sign to him at all, he will come back; he has to stop existing for you.
— Garth Greenwell, What Belongs to You
I swallowed, feeling like I'd just gotten the wind knocked out of me. He was breathtaking.
— Tijan, Logan Kade
My brain fizzles. The 'this is your brain on drugs' warning, should also issue a 'this is your brain when Jackson Reid looks at you like that,' warning.
— Ashley Jade, Blame It on the Pain
Lust and the English make no sense to me.
— Paul Monette, Becoming a Man: Half a Life Story
And wasn't this what she'd been after--this lightness that came galloping through, grabbing you by the waist and hauling you along with it? How could you not surrender yourself to it, even if you knew you'd end up sitting bruised in the dirt? She supposed there must be another way to experience that breathless rush of being alive--something inward, perhaps?--but she didn't know what it was or how to get there on her own.
— Sharon Guskin, The Forgetting Time
I got together with Sylvère because I saw how I could help him get his life together. I'm drawn to you cause I see how you can help me take my life apart...
— Chris Kraus
Lust. It’s not soft like the touch of a raindrop. It’s not easy like floating aimlessly on the water. It’s weighted, and heavy, a spark that catches on the forest of your body. A wildfire.
— Katy Evans, Legend
And then he kissed me, and when the haze of lust cleared and my knees found their strength, and all I could think was Oh Shit
— Vi Keeland, Throb
The tiny match we've been fooling with just set off an explosion.
— Veronica Larsen, Enamor
Like instinctively
—  love differently
Submission empowers to resistJames4,1-11 says: "1 From whence come wars and fightings among you? come they not hence, even of your lusts that war in your members? 2 Ye lust, and have not: ye kill, and desire to have, and cannot obtain: ye fight and war, yet ye have not, because ye ask not. 3 Ye ask, and receive not, because ye ask amiss, that ye may consume it upon your lusts. 4 Ye adulterers and adulteresses, know ye not that the friendship of the world is enmity with God? whosoever therefore will be a friend of the world is the enemy of God. 5 Do ye think that the scripture saith in vain, The spirit that dwelleth in us lusteth to envy? 6 But he giveth more grace. Wherefore he saith, God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble. 7 Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. 8 Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you. Cleanse your hands, ye sinners; and purify your hearts, ye double minded. 9 Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep: let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to heaviness. 10 Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and he shall lift you up. 11 Speak not evil one of another, brethren. He that speaketh evil of his brother, and judgeth his brother, speaketh evil of the law, and judgeth the law: but if thou judge the law, thou art not a doer of the law, but a judge." The truth is that we cannot receive anything from God if we don't submit ourselves to The Word. The Lord Jesus was able to defeat the devil because, He was living a submitted life, a true life full of testimony. Today, most people want to receive or to hear from God without even submit their lives to the complete word in order not to lean on your own decisions, your own understanding. God listens to those that are submitting their lives to His word! Shalom.
— Jean Faustin Louembe
Love is not lust — though it may seem as a very usual proverb, it's needed to ponder on.
— Steven Chopade
Lust arrives as an angel disguised as love, but it's still lust, not love.
— Scarlet Risque
It was then you'd have thought I'd been shot by a Taser, as paralyzed as I was at the sight of her - the perfect feminine form, the image hitting me with the velocity of a Slurpee-like brain-freeze, rendering me again the helpless, hapless male. Any trace of rationality or logic or even common sense that might've been there before is quickly abandoning ship, leaving Dickbrain at the helm and Lust navigating,
— Jack Dancer, Detour Amour
Sweet Goddess! she thought suddenly. I have never even spoken to him. I know nothing about the man, nothing at all.What if he tries to get me into some sordid little room and force himself on me, like an animal? How will I fight him off? All alone, not able to cry for help?No, it will not be like that, it could not be. I would have known if he were that kind of man, and felt repelled. He could not sing and write such beautiful verses, and look so fine if he were not the man I want him to be. Yes, when we meet, it will be as it is in his songs. He will obey, do exactly what I tell him and no more. Oh, I have hoped so long for this. Goddess of Love, let it be beautiful.
— Robert Shea, All Things Are Lights
We had been separated by time and distance and events so long, it was as if we had to get to know each other again, but if it was possible to fall in love with the same person twice, I did.
— V.C. Andrews, Pearl in the Mist
On one side of his brain, logic was standing on a chair, waving its arms to get his attention. On the other side, lust and yearning rubbed their hands together in unholy anticipation.
— Joanna Shupe, The Lady Hellion
Lust and flirting are dangerous because at first they are not noticeable.
— Sunday Adelaja
I believe in the lust of the flesh and the incurable desolation of the soul.
— Hjalmar Söderberg, Gertrud
The rest of them looked proper when they did it, but somehow Edward made even this gesture appear like in seconds he'd rip off her corset and do away with her skirt.
— Katherine McIntyre, Stolen Petals
I could see it all. The hand on the shoulder, then the hug. The mouths that find each other through the tears, the moment when guilt and the certainty that things must go no further gives way to lust and the certainty that they cannot stop.
— S.J. Watson
Perhaps that's the whole point about infidelity, I suggested, not that one has sex but that by doing so one puts at risk someone else's happiness?
— Patrick McGrath
If love is a form of substance abuse, I hope to die high.
— Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading 2
Piper’s lust was like a single bear trap in the wilderness. It was nearly impossible to find if you were looking for it, but it was something you wanted to be prepared for if you stepped into it by accident.
— Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue
I’m starving to learn more about her. A new hunger that I know only she could satisfy.
— A.R. Von, Jailhouse Rock
Love is the best drug, bar none.
— Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading 2
To use good things to our own ends is always a false religion
— Richard J. Foster, Celebration of Discipline: The Path to Spiritual Growth
Undressing myself had no fun in it, now I had undressed her.
— Sarah Waters
For out of the perverse will came lust, and the service of lust ended in habit, and habit, not resisted, became necessity.
— Augustine of Hippo
She did not care where he was or how she was going to find him, all she knew is the reward would be worth it...however, alive, kicking and raring to go would be preferable
— Virginia Alison
She called herself Starla, Queen of the Nile, and she had me from the first moment I saw her walk onto that stage. She wore nine-inch-heels and a dress that shone in the multi-colored lighting, glimmering through the haze created by the smoke machines and cigarettes.
— Emma Rose Kraus, A Blue One
Oh, she was okay, just tired, tired of trying to be the one you wanted, the one you couldn't live without, the one you found yourself reaching out an arm for as she teetered from crisis to crisis to crisis only to collapse in your bed at the end of the day, a tortured sylph in black lace. Except she never really was. And you never really did. Or maybe you did for one night. The next night was another matter. It turned out the world was filled with beautiful girls. It turned out being beautiful wasn't nearly enough
— Lucinda Rosenfeld, What She Saw...
Quite often you drive me mad, but more often I'm just mad about you. And that darling, that's the best love there is.
— Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading
Even when I'm sleeping, I go to places where you are.
— Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading
Butterflies. Everyday.
— Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading
And where are you going?" His voice was playfully challenging. "To get some breakfast," she said without stopping.He leered. "I've got something for you to eat," he called after her."I might bite it off, though," she said over her shoulder.
— Ken Follett, The Pillars of the Earth
When the devout religion of mine eyeMaintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires,And these, who, often drowned, could never die,Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sunNe'er saw her match since first the world begun.
— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Monks committed all the same sins that ordinary people did. He had just been shocked by the woman's shamelessness. The sight of her nakedness remained with him, the way the hot heart of a candle flame, stared at for a few moments, would burn on behind closed eyelids.
— Ken Follett, The Pillars of the Earth
Late-Flowering LustMy head is bald, my breath is bad,Unshaven is my chin,I have not now the joys I hadWhen I was young in sin.I run my fingers down your dressWith brandy-certain aimAnd you respond to my caressAnd maybe feel the same.But I've a picture of my ownOn this reunion night,Wherein two skeletons are shewnTo hold each other tight;Dark sockets look on emptinessWhich once was loving-eyed,The mouth that opens for a kissHas got no tongue inside.I cling to you inflamed with fearAs now you cling to me,I feel how frail you are my dearAnd wonder what will be--A week? or twenty years remain?And then--what kind of death?A losing fight with frightful painOr a gasping fight for breath?Too long we let our bodies cling,We cannot hide disgustAt all the thoughts that in us springFrom this late-flowering lust.
— John Betjeman, Collected Poems
Do not let yourself be guided by the feeling of lust or love.
— Miyamoto Musashi
I think it’s easyto confuse love with other things.Lust, for one. Need, for another
— Ellen Hopkins, Rumble
When her mouth found mine I disassembled. Not exploded like a bomb or anything, but came apart. A few pieces at a time. They floated away, went into a kind of orbit. A splintering galaxy. An extravagant slow motion annihilation. The only center was her mouth, her hair. It was her. A reconstitution around the core of her.
— Peter Heller, The Dog Stars
And now I want love. Lust is no good for me. I want love. His love.
— Philippa Gregory
If you are where I was before my process began, you can't imagine the place of victory, the place you can be free from the dominating desire for sexual stimuli. I am here to tell you that there is a place of freedom that you can know--a place where your desire for purity will subdue the lust of the flesh.
— Bruce Lengeman, To Kill A Lion
God gives urge, urge gives pleasure, pleasure gives pains, pains gives fruits, fruits gives trees, trees die and go to hell!
— Michael Bassey Johnson, Classic Quotations From The Otherworlds
The initial confrontation of the root is the most critical part of this journey.
— Bruce Lengeman, To Kill A Lion
And now I wnt love. Lust is no good for me. I want love. His love.
— Philippa Gregory
I'm crazy about him and I'm crazy without him!
— Amy Shanahan
February 2009 January 4. January 4. January 4. I rubbed the paper on my red calendar. I cried into the little box, into the last day we had sex.I was a tornado. I puked hurricanes. I was Jodi Arias. There were no more tears for him. Swirling eddies of vodka, pills, fattening food, and tears. Vortexes corralled other vortexes. They joined forces with the eyes of other storms far out into the Gulf, and Atlantic, and castrated my heart first, then everything below the neck. Fuck the heart; my brain was mauled into mush. He didn’t have a heart—and possibly, neither did I. The heart had nothing to do with a whirlpool of circles and left and rights I navigated.
— Christy Heron, Unrequited - One Girl, Thirteen Boyfriends, and Vodka.
Lust shouts. Love whispers. Only the heart knows the difference.
— Jan Hurst-Nicholson, With the Headmaster's Approval
It wasn't love, not quite, but it was almost there and it was desperate and I didn't know how to put it into words. It was the back and forth of him, the hot and cold, it made me crazy, made me feel crazy, and sanity never felt more pointless than when I was with him.
— Kristine Wyllys, Wild Ones
And then it changed. I wasn't letting him anymore. He was taking, pawing, grabbing. I pushed, I cried out, I squirmed, but like I said it's a shitty game and he didn't feel like playing by the rules anymore.
— Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
First time I got the full sight of Shug Avery long black body with it black plum nipples, look like her mouth, I thought I had turned into a man
— Alice Walker, The Color Purple
I'm nineteen tree rings and mashed acorns stop up my veins when I can't clot. Oh god, you beautiful person, I'll let you lick the salt off of my tattoos as if they were wounds, wounds made of ink and stories.
— Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
In the cities of the European Franks, women roam about exposing not only their faces, but also their brightly shining hair (after their necks, their most attractive feature), their arms, their beautiful throats, and even, if what Ive heard is true, a portion of their gorgeous legs; as a result, the men of those cities walk about with great difficulty, embarrassed and in extreme pain, because, you see, their front sides are always erect and this fact naturally leads to the paralysis of their society. Undoubtedly, this is why each day the Frank infidel surrenders another fortress to us Ottomans.
— Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red
I hate the thing is called enjoyment: Besides it is a dull employment,It cuts off all that's life and fireFrom that which may be termed desire;Just like the bee whose sting is goneConverts the owner to a drone.
— John Wilmot, Poems
Just drive, rock star. Drive fast. Very fast. Because I’ve got a shopping list ten miles long of the things you’re going to be doing to me.
— Jae T. Jaggart, Cash: Angel, Demon, Rock Star
Amazing how a confluence of praise and lust can just make your defensive barriers collapse like Jell-O on a hot stove
— Dan Skinner, The Price of Dick
There is no moment that exceeds in beauty that moment when one looks at a woman and finds that she is looking at you in the same way that you are looking at her. The moment in which she bestows that look that says, "Proceed with your evil plan, sumbitch." The initial smash on glance. The, the drawing near. This takes a long time, it seems like months, although only minutes pass, in fact. Languor is the word that describes this part of the process. Your persona floats toward her persona, over the Sea of Hesitation. Many weeks pass before they meet, but the weeks are days, or seconds. Still, everything is decided. You have slept together in the glance.
— Donald Barthelme, Flying to America: 45 More Stories
We don't fall in love, we fall in lust. We ascend to love.
— Dean Cavanagh
The pain of hunger beneath everything. At the end of all love-making, the dreamless sleep after the orgasm, which is like death.
— Christopher Isherwood, Prater Violet
Savannah’s breath caught in her chest at the realization of how close they were standing. He brushed a strand of hair off her face, his finger leaving a line of heat across her cheek. If they hadn’t been surrounded by people, she would have thought he was about to kiss her. Or maybe he was about to kiss her. Right here, in front of everyone.
— Michelle Madow, The Secret Diamond Sisters
Always lust for the best, because life is too short to be an ordinary.
— M.H. Rakib, The Cavalier
Then as we passed down this Passage we were knocked against certain Women of the Town, who gave us Eye-language, since there were many Corners and Closets in Bedlam where they would stop and wait for Custom: indeed it was known as a sure Market for Lechers and Loiterers, for tho' they came in Single they went out by Pairs. This is a Showing-room for Whores, I said.And what better place for Lust, Sir Chris. replied, than among those whose Wits have fled?
— Peter Ackroyd, Hawksmoor
Lovemaking is a big grammatical error, i think it should be, LustMaking.
— Michael Bassey Johnson
And I say,I crash in to things in the darkEven when the lights are onAnd I am wrong more often than I am writingAnd even then, I am often wrongBut when my friends are in the bathroom at the barRolling dollar bills in to telescopes,Claiming they can see God,I will come to you
— Andrea Gibson, How It Ends
I believe in witches, Sophia,” his deep voice hypnotized her.“I hope you don’t burn me at the stake,” she murmured to him.“I don’t burn witches. I set them on fire,” Alistair whispered so low Sophia thought she had heard wrong.
— Cristiane Serruya, Trust: A New Beginning
And while I initially resisted, the thought of touching her, of her wanting me to touch her . . . Well, damn, I just wasn't strong enough to abstain from that.
— Robin Constantine, The Promise of Amazing
I've tired so hard to stay away from you, buy your soul is so powerful. It can't be ignored. It calls to me. It's like trying to resist every lust you've ever suffered - all at once. I feel that every time I see you.
— H.M. Ward, Demon Kissed
You bloody want me. You can deny it if that helps you sleep better at night, but you're going to end up in my bed sooner or later. Want it or not.
— Lexi Cubbins
A wise man governs his eyes, not because it is wrong to delight in beauty, but because otherwise his delight may suffer transmutation into something very different.
— J. Budziszewski, On the Meaning of Sex
The death of her father and mother and the rich acres of and that had come down to her had set a train of suitors on her heels. For two years she saw suitors almost every evening. Except two they were all alike. They talked to her of passion and there was a strained eager quality in their voices and in their eyes when they looked at her. The two who were different were much unlike each other. One of them, a slender young man with white hands, the son of a jeweler in Winesburg, talked continually of virginity. When he was with her he was never off the subject. The other, a black-haired boy with large ears, said nothing at all but always managed to get her into the darkness, where he began to kiss her.For a time the tall dark girl thought she would marry the jeweler's son. For hours she sat in silence listening as he talked to her and then she began to be afraid of something. Beneath his talk of virginity she began to think there was a lust greater than in all the others. At times it seemed to her that as he talked he was holding her body in his hands. She imagined him turning it slowly about in the white hands and staring at it. At night she dreamed that he had bitten into her body and that his jaws were dripping. She had the dream three times, then she became in the family way to the one who said nothing at all but who in the moment of his passion actually did bite her shoulder so that for days the marks of his teeth showed.
— Sherwood Anderson, Short Shorts
Io, Europa, Ganimedes puer, atque Calistolascivo nimium perplacuere Iovi.(Io, Europa, the boy Ganymede, and Callisto greatly pleased lustful Jupiter.)[Marius naming Jupiter's moons]
— Simon Marius
Swinging back and forthdeeply stuck in tranced forbidden dreamWanting not to recognize fantasyis purely schemeElaborate facade of lustinto realityTransferring thoughts of illusionwill be fatality
— Zuky rose Leigh
Love and lust are both four letter words that start with L, but they don’t appear in the dictionary side by side so we shouldn’t have to think they go hand in hand in life.
— LaToya Hankins, K-Rho: The Sweet Taste of Sisterhood
It turned out that it was difficult to stay cross with a man when you could see his nipples.
— FayJay, The Student Prince
Dare to live the fairytale.
— Truth Devour, Unrequited
You were a luminescent star in the darkened sky that became my universe.
— Truth Devour, Unrequited
I want you to make a habit of wanting me.
— Truth Devour, Unrequited
All I have ever wanted, needed, dreamed and desired is contained within you.
— Truth Devour, Unrequited
Suddenly the look in Norah’s eyes changed. The nervous air she had walked in with, lifted from her face. Her eyes closed slightly and then opened wide, revealing pools of chocolate confidence. The change in her facial expression forced me to take a breath. How could you not love a creature like this — Angel by day, vixen by night.
— Angela Richardson, All the Pieces
Theo looked at me with his smoldering Jesus eyes, and the Catholic schoolgirl in me crossed her legs.
— Gabrielle Zevin, In the Age of Love and Chocolate
Love is indiscriminate in the path it takes to find you.
— Truth Devour, Unrequited
The mysteries I desired to learn of heaven and earth and all that is between could only be taught by experiencing you.
— Truth Devour, Unrequited
I love you with an intensity that is beyond reasoning.
— Truth Devour, Unrequited
Live within and without your core of being.
— Truth Devour, Unrequited
You are so close I want to breath you in.
— Truth Devour, Unrequited
His looks are my weakness, his mind my undoing.
— Alessandra Torre, To Hold
He returned her love. He lusted after her sweet young body. He wanted her the way he wanted to breathe the spring air. He had never loved anyone before. He had not known even what this feeling for his tiny slave was. Now in the crisp, clear spring sunlight, he knew.
— Andrew M. Greeley, The Magic Cup
I liked him, there was no doubt about that. But I wasn't sure if he was good for me or not. I didn't always stick to things that were good for me - positively railed against it sometimes - but he was a different type of not good for me. He did things to my mind and body that I hadn't ever experienced before.But it wasn't as if I could get him out of my head either: every moment I had free would suddenly be crammed with thoughts of him. His soft lips, the gentle urgency with which they'd kissed me. The intoxicating smell of his skin. His moss-green eyes that would follow everything I said, then would meet my eyes so we could share a smile. It was driving me slowly and pleasurably insane.
— Dorothy Koomson, The Woman He Loved Before
So you take her to the pictures,trying to become a fixture.Inch by inch trying to reach her,all the way through the second feature.Worrying about your physical fitness,tell me how you got this sickness?
— Elvis Costello
They burn books now, mama.The monsters burn fucking books now, mama. They have eyes full of disappointing madness. Their tongues taste like fulvous indoctrination. They teach us. Teach us sadism, hatred, lust to kill, conformity. What do you see when you look at me? Daddy?
— Laura Gentile, Seraphic Addiction
don't ever think that you're a single in total freedom,but think of combating the forces of lust.
— Michael Bassey Johnson
I don't wanna be a lover,I just wanna be your victim.
— Elvis Costello
I couldn’t peel my eyes off her face or her body. Even if she had asked me not to follow her, I would have followed anyway. I was in a Norah state of mind.
— Angela Richardson, All the Pieces
With my love I homeI paid for lustDigresses like some,Only, if she understood,Her curse was my unfulfilled thirst.
— Shreya Sethi
I don't think I understand that," Meg insisted. "How can you lust yourself into oblivion. ""Oh, easily," Ekaterina answered. "The lust is for things, possessions. The weapon turns on the nature of possessions, the fact that every possession you own consumes a part of you. Tools, instruments, if they are more than conceits, these things do not defy the rule but they are exceptional enough they don't activate the weapon. Consequently, the mission of these alleged scientists is to create generalized lust, a frenzied lust for things unconnected to any sense of utility.
— Robert Stikmanz, Prelude to a Change of Mind