A holy woman may be beautiful by the gift of nature, but she must not give occasion to lust. If beauty be… — Tertullian Copy Share Image
“Brian knows the affair is wrong. He's known from the moment Wendy first undressed in his office. But with her hot, wet… — Alison Lurie Copy Share Image
I don't think that you can fake warmth. You can fake lust, jealousy, anger; those are all quite easy. But actual, genuine… — Keira Knightley Copy Share Image
For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Here is how you know if it is love or lust. Push them in front of a bus. If you jump in… — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
“His kiss is deep, fathomless. It is the kiss of one who wants to invade your body will all of their being,… — Tali Sara Copy Share Image
She praised his book and he embraced her from gratitude rather than lust, but she didn't let go. Neither did he. She… — Anthony Marra Copy Share Image
Perhaps he was afraid as I was that we'd be caught. Or perhaps he was breathing me in just as I was… — Lisa See Copy Share Image
Yet, whether to the glory or to the shame of human nature, in what we call pleasure (with an excess of scorn,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Little hearts, little souls give little lusts big power. Big hearts give little lusts little power. — John Piper Copy Share Image
You can't see fear or lust; you can't photograph someone's anxieties, how disappointment feels. Photographs are approximations. — Duane Michals Copy Share Image
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“I pushed her shiny blond hair away from her face and leaned down, our faces only inches apart. She inhaled softly, our… — Kami Garcia Copy Share Image
Salomé, Salomé, dance for me. I pray thee dance for me. I am sad to-night. Yes, I am passing sad to-night. When… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. Doesn’t… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“She wanted to get some personal profit out of things, and she rejected as useless all that did not contribute to the… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“The timbre of his voice went into that low register that made my insides curl in on themselves--it was like my uterus… — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
I spent an hour looking at pots and carpets in the museums the other day, until the desire to describe them became… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Deep in the darkness of passions insanity, I felt taken by lust's strange inhumanity. — Michael Jackson Copy Share Image
“When sex was something godlike, Lust was the profane curiosity that killed many a straying cat. Now, having removed mystery, Lust is… — Geoffrey Wood Copy Share Image
“... Melissa. Where are you planning to go?" His voice was nasally, shit, he knew I had no idea where to go.… — Mercy Cortez (LiveForeverAnon Copy Share Image
Even in the lust of knowledge I feel only my will's delight in begetting and becoming; and if there be innocence in… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
