One part of love is innocence One part of love is guilt One part the milk that in a sense Is soured as soon as spilt One part of love is sentiment One part of love is lust One part is the presentiment Of our return to dust
Soul-force comes only through God's grace and never descends upon a man who is a slave to lust.
The truth is, a man can choose to objectify a woman whether she’s wearing a bikini or a burqa. We don’t stop lust by covering up the female form; we stop lust by teaching men to treat women as human beings worthy of respect.
This is the whole point of technology. It creates an appetite for immortality on the one hand. It threatens universal extinction on the other. Technology is lust removed from nature. - Murray (WN 285)
The lust for affluence in contemporary society has become psychotic; it has completely lost touch with reality.
The work of art, just like any fragment of human life considered in its deepest meaning, seems to me devoid of value if it does not offer the hardness, the rigidity, the regularity, the luster on every interior and exterior facet, of the crystal.
My lusts they do me leave, My fancies all be fled, And tract of time begins to weave Grey hairs upon my head.
I was lusted after walking down the streets of New York.
The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.
Lust is a pleasure bought with pains, a delight hatched with disquiet, a content passed with fear, and a sin finished with sorrow.
Kinkiness comes from low energy. It's the substitution of lechery for lust.
Extremists on all sides thrive, fed by the blood lust of centuries gone by.
Male aggression and lust are the energizing factors in culture. They are men's tools of survival in the pagan vastness of female nature.
The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.
I kind of have to go to the bathroom," Aria said woozily. Ezra smiled. "Can I come?
Yet, so far from laboring to know the forbidden tree of worldly pleasures and its various fruits, man gives himself up to a careless and thoughtless state of life, and yields to the lust of the flesh, not considering that this lust is really the forbidden tree.
They'd never been lovers, of course, not in the physical sense. But they'd been lovers as most of us manage, loving through expressions and gestures and the palm set softly upon the bruise at the necessary moment. Lovers by inclination rather than by lust. Lovers, that is, by love.
Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow. ~Swedish Proverb Lust is easy. Love is hard. Like is most important.
Lust is raw selfishness. It's all about my wants, my needs, my pleasure. Most love songs are actually lust songs.
And all, but Lust, is turned to dust In Humanity's machine.