Line dancing is as sinful as any other type of dancing, with its sexual gestures and touching. It is an incitement to lust.
Their insatiable lust for power is only equaled by their incurable impotence in exercising it.
The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
I can imagine myself on my death-bed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss from a woman.
My lusts they do me leave, My fancies all be fled, And tract of time begins to weave Grey hairs upon my head.
Reading in bed is a self-centered act, immobile, free from ordinary social conventions, invisible to the world, and one that, because it takes place between the sheets, in the realm of lust and sinful idleness, has something of the thrill of things forbidden.
We danced our youth in a dreamed of city, Venice, paradise, proud and pretty, We lived for love and lust and beauty, Pleasure then our only duty. Floating them twixt heaven and Earth And drank on plenties blessed mirth We thought ourselves eternal then, Our glory sealed by God’s own pen. But paradise, we found is always frail, Against man’s fear will always fail.
I don't require lust, sex, or classic beauty; I require trust, respect, and honesty. All else builds from there.
The only thing more dangerous then a vampire crazed with blood lust was a vampire crazed with anything else. All the meticulous single-mindedness that went into finding young women who slept with their bedroom window open got channeled into some other interest, with merciless and painstaking efficiency.
Pity is like lust. . . both like to masquerade as love and it's powerfully hard to know the difference when you're in the throes of it.
A caprice is handled like a stew, and the pepper is added at the last minute.
After thee accumulation of too much history we have lost our innocence, we cannot easily believe in any explanations. We describe rather than feel, we touch rather than explore, we lust rather than adore.
Satan cannot create anything new, cannot create anything at all. He must steal what God has created. Thus he twists love and God's wonderful gift of sex into lust and sadism and myriad perversions. He disfigures the heart's deep desire to worship God and persuades us to bow before lesser gods of lust or money or power.
My reasons for declaring a sexual preference had to do less with the pursuit of personal freedom than with the lust for pure shock value.
Love can wait to give; it is lust that can't wait to get.
Lust is the difference between loving someone and being in love with someone.
Do we really want the people who created $40 trillion of unfunded liabilities in Social Security and Medicare in charge of our health care? Faceless bureaucrats, power-lusting politicians, and people spending other people's money are a recipe for disaster.
What is cheaper than lust or of less value than alchemy or aphrodisiacs?
Sin endeavors to subject the blessed God to the humor and lust of every person in the world
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. "