Lust is the difference between loving someone and being in love with someone.
Where it is a general rule that it is wrong to gratify lovers, this can be attributed to the defects of those who make that rule: the government's lust for rule and the subjects' cowardice.
Love can make a great celebration out of your life - but only love, not lust, not ego, not possessiveness, not jealousy, not dependence.
Then a lightning bolt shot straight through my skivvies. Sha-ZAM!
Lustful Desire (although 'twere rather fit To some brute creature to attribute it) Shall be presented in the second place, Because it shrouds a vile deformed face Beneath love's vizard, and assumes that name, Hiding its own fault with the other's blame.
I was asking about lust, wasnʼt I? I was fairly certain of it. But isnʼt love supposed to come before lust? It does in the dictionary.
A caprice is handled like a stew, and the pepper is added at the last minute.
Lust is what keeps you wanting to do it even when you have no desire to be with each other. Love is what makes you want to be with each other even when you have no desire to do it.
I will far rather see the race of man extinct than that we should become less than beasts by making the noblest of God's creation, woman, the object of our lust.
I lust love to play football.
Love forgives the lover even his lust.
I spent an hour looking at pots and carpets in the museums the other day, until the desire to describe them became like the desire for the lusts of the flesh.
I just don't think of myself as an actor much at all, so I don't lust after any particular roles.
The more we are filled with thoughts of lust the less we find true romantic love.
Love is madness, and lust is poison.
When sex becomes conscious it is love, it is no longer lust. Love brings freedom, and lust simply creates prisons for you.
Purity means lack of hatred, jealousy, fear, greed and lust - the absence of anything that can stain consciousness.
Lust is not the worst thing. It is because any day, any time, lust may turn into love that we have to avoid it. And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.
But when I start to kiss someone - lust is the easiest emotion to generate.
My lusts they do me leave, My fancies all be fled, And tract of time begins to weave Grey hairs upon my head.