If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.
The lust of dominion innovates so imperceptibly that we become complete despots before our wanton abuse of power is perceived; the tyranny first exercised in the nursery is exhibited in various shapes and degrees in every stage of our existence.
The result of this bestial lust is an indiscriminate and promiscuous splaying of all of my energies- wanting all, I accomplish nothing; desiring everything, I satisfy nothing and am satisfied by nothing.
In order to be able to make it, you have to put aside the fear of failing and the desire of succeeding. You have to do these things completely and purely without fear, without desire. Because things that we do without lust of result are the purest actions we shall ever take.
Tyranny is yielding to the lust of the governing.
There is not only a lack of success for condoms. It's worse than that - they are utter failures.
They fight not for the lust of conquest. They fight to end conquest. They fight to liberate.
Lust, Pride, Sloth, and Gluttony, or, as we call them these days, "getting in touch with your sexuality," "raising your self-esteem," "relaxation therapy," and "being a recovered bulimic. "
The lust of fame is the last that a wise man shakes off.
The love of domination and an uncontrolled lust of arbitrary power have prevailed among all nations and perhaps in proportion to the degrees of civilization.
She had, without realizing it at the time, learned to follow Nick's gaze, learned to learn his lust. . . his desires remained memorized within her. She looked at the attractive women he would look at. . . She had become him: she longed for these women. But she was also herself, and so she despised them. She lusted after them, but she also wanted to beat them up. A rapist. She had become a rapist, driving to work in a car.
Yet, it ought to be obvious that good music generally occupies a higher plane that mere politics. Great writers can express moods through melody and capture experiences we share most powerfully - love, lust, longing; joy, rage, fear; triumph, yearning and confusion.
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.
Avarice has ruined more men than prodigality, and the blindest thoughtlessness of expenditure has not destroyed so many fortunes as the calculating but insatiable lust of accumulation.
Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.
The rabble also vent their rage in words. [Ger. , Es macht das Volk sich auch mit Worten Lust. ]
My lusts they do me leave, My fancies all be fled, And tract of time begins to weave Grey hairs upon my head.
Lust is the source of all our actions, and humanity.
In my experience lust only ever leads to misery. All that suspicion and jealousy and anguish it unleashes. I don't want those things in my life.
Rising genius always shoots out its rays from among the clouds, but these will gradually roll away and disappear as it ascends to its steady luster.