Best 180 quotes of Chloe Thurlow on MyQuotes

A beautiful woman is like a painting and remains beautiful no matter how old she is.

After making love there is nothing like making love, slowly, idly, like walking without a destination, or swimming in a warm sea.

A mask tempts the wearer to play out carnal fantasies and, come daylight, the perfume of a stranger’s sex on your flesh and clothes can be blamed or thanked on the metamorphosis stirred by the mystery of the mask.

And as he walked through the snow his footsteps disappeared behind him. He felt at that moment that he was coming from nowhere and going nowhere, that life isn't a dream or a fantasy, it is a long trudge through falling snow.

Anything added can be subtracted; anything verbose can be simplified; anything missing can be found. Manuscripts are not books but negatives waiting for the fixer that turns them into prints.

Anything forbidden takes on a significance that draws us into its embrace.

A picture may describe a 1000 words but it will often need 1000 words to describe a picture.

Autobiography is a precious broken vase pieced painstakingly together still showing the chips and cracks. It is a broken truth revealing snapshots of a cracked and chipped life pieced pieced painstakingly together.

Beautiful girls are not a decoration, arm candy, an object. They are, whether they know it or not, the very essence of our humanity.

Beautiful girls – the true beauties – are rarely vain, arrogant, poseurs. It is the girl who makes disproportionate efforts with makeup, clothes, heels and hair who suffers these conceits. They are girls who have made themselves appear beautiful without ever reaching the exalted status of being beautiful girls.

Being naked strips away more than your clothes, it reveals unknown facets of your true nature. I had thought of myself as a career girl on the slippery pole of achievement and success. But really, I was just as content to follow where the road of life led. Had he seen something in me I had not known existed? Did he look at me and see a girl who wanted to be spanked?

Being spanked is the ultimate obedience, the final pleasure. It is life on the highwire.

Being watched in the act of coitus is disconcerting, even for the most brazen. Yet, more than merely making the experience tolerable, masks reveal an innate longing to play to the crowd, to be naked, sweating, screaming in orgasm.

Between the lines of every book the writer reveals their own secrets.

Books have a life. They breathe. When you write a book, it grows and changes. You learn from your characters after you create them. They come from you and you become them.

Choosing whether or not to insert a comma is the same as choosing whether or not to buy a house.

Characters begin as your children and become your teachers.

Cunnilingus is not a three-minute twerking fad, here today junked tomorrow. It is Tchaikovsky. An overture. An operatic experience that makes you high, then takes you higher. Orgasm is the waft of smoke seen at the top of the volcano. As we know, the journey is pure pleasure, the arrival like the Big Bang that created the universe.

Destiny is desire meeting opportunity. You become who you are driven to be.

Don't waste time with people who waste time. Time is precious, fragile as a butterfly wing, meaningful as an orgasm.

Everyone to their own. But a nice, warm, friendly spanking never did anyone any harm.

Every time you have an orgasm an angel comes to life..

First love belongs to the young.

First love is a gun that fires a bullet at your heart and when it hits, it turns into a flower and seeps into your blood like pollen.

First love is stripping down everything to essential truths, setting aside your fears and doubts and seeing who you are in someone else's eyes. In first love you first find yourself.

Forget the past, it's gone, but glance back occasionally to remind yourself where you came from and where you are going.

From a book you can learn the theory but it takes practise to learn how to live life.

Girls fantasize about being tied up and bent over a broad pair of knees. Girls dream of being dominated and worshipped. Girls adore dressing up, role play, changing roles. Yes, that's right, perfidious submissives are itchy to switch to the Domme and grab the whip handle.

Girls love kissing. Our lips replicate the lips we discreetly hide. We redden lips to show the health and allure of our labia, the welcoming of your tongue in our mouth a foretaste of lips moistened and blood-gorged by desire. Some kisses last forever in our minds, some kisses are best forgotten. Every kiss is unique and kissing lips is uniquely human.

Girls now lose their virginity long before they lose their innocence.

Happiness is achieving your goals. Contentment is not having any.

Happiness is a drug. It creates a biological change in the brain cells that inhibits negative feelings. Happiness boosts energy and increases energy in others.

Have you ever been spanked?' he asked me. 'No,' I replied. 'Well, this is your lucky day.

He held me still and spanked me again, really hard, the sound vibrating around the room. I felt dizzy. My throat was dry and suddenly the pain turned to an unexpected pleasure.

I am inclined to disagree with Jung when he says the Shadow is the person that we’d rather not be. The Shadow is that unadorned part of ourself, it is flexible the way it stretches and contorts. The Shadow is our dark side, the side we hide and climb into, not the person that we would rather not be, but the person we would rather be.

I am made of words. When you cut me, I bleed sentences. When you read me, I speak to your soul.

I began to write and came to see that writing has the same laws as nature. The simplest way to say something is always the best. Is that simple enough?

If a word were a man he'd be a man of his word.

If character is destiny, I was fated to be carried off into the desert. From the deck of the ship I had imagined my own ghost and seen my unvanishing footsteps. When you don't belong anywhere it doesn't matter where you are or where you go, if you stay or move on. You arrive at a place where the view forwards and backwards is the same, where the sun rises in the east one day and the west the next, where you stop planning and live like the birds and beasts by intuition and instinct.

If sex is a journey, orgasm is the both the purpose and journey's end.

If the existentialists are right, that life is meaningless, and if we acknowledge that, we are better equipped to find pleasure in small things.

If we sometimes lie and sometimes tell the truth, no one can be certain what they are hearing at any given time. Like yin and yang, truth and lies are inseparable, each containing a seed of the other, no words are ever entirely true or entirely untrue.

If you add the shadow of death to a moment of passion you are in that instant free of all normal ties, your mind grows still and your body enters a state of non-being.

If you are open to change and welcome surprise, you know the secret of creativity and the secret of life.

If you don't try, you can't fail. If you do try, you might fail anyway. But better to have failed than never tried.

If you drink champagne when you are sad it makes you happy. If you drink champagne when you are happy you can taste the stars.

I gaze out of the window at the lanes of red taillights streaming towards the hills, the city laid out in anonymous grids and quadrants, the view confirming that I was much more alone than I thought, and all those red lights inspired nothing more than a sense that I, too, should be fleeing somewhere.

I had avoided writing about love. I had never sensed that rush and buzz that comes with love, the release into the brain of body chemicals, pheromones and dopamine - the taste of love to which I was becoming addicted, his spearminty tongue when we kissed, his male sweat, the outdoor vanilla tang of his semen.

I had come to the conclusion that everyone took sex far too seriously. I mean, it's only sex.

I have never had more pleasure than riding a horse naked at a fast gallop across an empty landscape. Riding is life. They rest is just pedestrian.