Lust Quotes

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

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.

~ Mandy Nachampassack-Maloney

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

That line between love and lust was thin as a whisper.

~ Julia Karr

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

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

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

It is very simple, actually. It is because you and Tengo were so powerfully drawn to each other.

~ Haruki Murakami

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

A frenzy of activity that had mostly led him in circles: wasn't that a fairly accurate description of lust?

~ Jennifer Egan

Lust has less logic than love, sometimes, but it's easier to fight.

~ Laurell K. Hamilton

Blood rushed to the regions of my body that I associated with naughtiness, and I was powerless to stop it.

~ Kat Lowe

Hate is never a far cry from love… Sometimes I stumble the lines drunken.. Hollering your name..

~ Shanica Stewart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sometimes it feels like even ifEvery inch of my skin was touching yoursI still wouldn’t be close enough to you.

~ Justin Wetch

Love gives the best of highsBut also the worst of hangovers.

~ Justin Wetch

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

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

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

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

You must be careful. There are things that should never be given up. You must persevere.

~ Vladimir Nabokov

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

Kartik feels like a country I want to travel—vast, dangerous, and unknown.

~ Libba Bray

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