The flesh endures the storms of the present alone; the mind, those of the past and future as well as the present. Gluttony is a lust of the mind.
He who truly believes that which prompts him to an action has looked upon the action to lust after it, he has committed it already in his heart.
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.
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 lust of the eye. The best photographs were, to me, like an experience of drowning.
Hope will lie to you, but lust is what it is; it never lies.
The world is filled with love-play, from animal lust to sublime compassion.
The truth is that cupidity, selfishness, envy, malice, lust, vindictiveness, are constant vices of human nature.
Lechery is secretive, but must finally reveal itself to at least one.
Let my lusts be my ruin, then, since all else is a fake and a mockery.
When sex becomes conscious it is love, it is no longer lust. Love brings freedom, and lust simply creates prisons for you.
Only when we rid ourselves of passions and lust and put the desires of flesh under the control of Spirit, only then we accept the cross and follow Christ. And "withdrawal from the world" is nothing but the destruction of passions and manifestation of the innermost life in Christ.
Is it not enough that we are torn from our country and friends, to toil for your luxury and lust of gain? Must every tender feeling be likewise sacrificed to your avarice?
The human spirit sublimates the impulses it thwarts; a healthy sex life mitigates the lust for other sports.
I bought abandon dearAnd sold all piety for pleasure. My own free spirit I have followed,And never will I give up lust.
The prison of lust is just that very one of which the soul shuts the doors upon herself; for each act of indulgence is the shooting of a fresh bolt.
His expression was infused with lust and adoration as he lowered his head to kiss her throat, his tongue venturing into the little spaces between the diamonds and round opals. “Why can’t you see yourself as I see you?” -Jack to Amanda
Life's too slippery for books, Clarice; anger appears as lust, lupus presents as hives.
I am a hopeless romantic who falls in lust and gets in trouble. I love my work and am very productive, yet I always find time to play.
So this was where lust was satisfied. If I'd been an old-time miner I'd have asked for my gold nugget back.