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To be the mistress of a married man is to have the better role. Do you realize? His dirty shirt, his disgusting underwear, his daily ironing, his bad breath, his hemorrhoid attacks, his fuss, not to mention his bad moods, and his tantrums. Well all that is for his wife. When a married man comes to his mistress... he's always bleached and ironed, his teeth sparkle, his breath is like perfume, he's in a good mood, he's full of conversation, he is there to have a good time with you.

To Conquer The Lust For Power Is To Establish A Society A Society That Reflects Heaven On Earth

To esteem what makes you holy over what makes you happy - that is the greatest dare.

To feel aroused is to feel alive. Having great sex is like taking in huge lungfuls of fresh air, essential to your body, essential to your health, and essential to your life.

To live for the hope of something isn’t really living at all, and so, like a child putting away its toys and picking up a tool, he marched to Lyca’s bathroom, to shower off the stench of failure, soap up the death of hope, then wash away the ashes of his love for Daphne.

To lovers there. Most ladies the reason they are dumped and their relationship doesn't last is they made themselves to become a want than a need in a relationship.

Tomorrow's character is made out of today's thoughts. Temptation may come suddenly, but sin doesn't.

Took long enough,” she called out, not wanting to admit how the sight of him made her throat hitch, how the man was so gorgeous she lost her mind. “I thought you drowned in the mirror from staring into your reflection too long.

To save face, it's better not to ask sex from the ex, but to give everything the axe.

To see her is to be seduced by her.

To see you is to forget my name. To forget this tight collar and that delayed train. To forget the conflict with the landlady and the worry that my students won’t like me. These trifles lose themselves in the valleys of your brows and the seas of your hair. To see you is to forget my name. To forget if it matters what I do and whether what I do matters. To forget who I think I am and who I think I ought to become. To forget every past moment and unremember every moment to come. To see you is to forget my name. To forget myself and forget the world. These trivialities drown themselves in the dark eyes that stare back at me. Because to see you is to see you. Only you.

To use good things to our own ends is always a false religion

Travelling to new worlds, experiencing strange sights, sounds and tasting the unknown becomes ever more delightful when shared...

Unwrap me with all the verve of a new gift...After all, it is not every day I have enough clothes on to be present...able...

Trust Kills Lust

Ugh! I absolutely hate lust. Hate. It. Every fiber of my being knows he’s not a good person, yet my body doesn't seem to give a shit at all.

True love is when you love someone with your eyes closed. Anything else is lust!!!

Vari består då detta under? Helt enkelt i den plötsliga upptäckten att ingen, varken makter eller människor, har rätt att ställa sådana krav på mig att min lust till liv förtvinar. Ty om lusten icke finns – vad kan då finnas? Eftersom jag står vid havet kan jag lära av havet. Ingen har rätt att begära av havet att det skall bära alla båtar eller av vinden att den ständigt skall fylla alla segel. Lika litet har någon rätt att begära av mig, att mitt liv skall bli en fångenskap under funktioner. Inte plikten framför allt utan livet! Jag, liksom varje människa, måste ha rätt till ögonblick då jag får ta ett steg åt sidan och känna, att jag inte bara är en del i den massa, som kallas jordens befolkning, utan en självständig verkande enhet.

verligen-Szene Êrec was biderbe unde guot, ritterlîche stuont sîn muot ê er wîp genaeme und hin heim kaeme: nû sô er heim komen ist, dô kêrte er allen sînen list an vrouwen Ênîten minne. sich vlizzen sîne sinne wie er alle sîne sache wante zuo gemache. sîn site er wandeln began. als er nie würde der man, alsô vertreip er den tac. des morgens er nider lac, daz er sîn wîp trûte unz daz man messe lûte. sô stuonden si ûf gelîche vil unmüezeclîche. ze handen si sich viengen, zer kappeln si giengen: dâ was ir tweln alsô lanc unz daz man messe gesanc. diz was sîn meistiu arbeit: sô was der imbîz bereit. swie schiere man die tische ûf zôch, mit sînem wîbe er dô vlôch ze bette von den liuten. dâ huop sich aber triuten. von danne enkam er aber nie unz er ze naht ze tische gie. (Erec war rechtschaffen und gut, sein Geist war ritterlich gewesen, bevor er eine Frau genommen hatte und nach Hause zurückgekehrt war. Nachdem er jetzt zu Hause ist, wendete er alle seine Gedanken an die Liebe Enites. Sein Verstand richtete sich nur darauf, wie er alles zu seiner Bequemlichkeit einrichten könne. Er änderte seine Gewohnheiten. Als sei er nie ein Mann geworden, so vertrieb er den Tag. Morgens legte er sich nieder, um seine Frau zu lieben, bis man zur Messe läutete. Dann standen sie beide eilig auf. Sie nahmen sich bei der Hand und gingen zur Kapelle; dort blieben sie gerade so lange wie man die Messe sang. Das war seine größte Mühe; dann war schon das Essen fertig. Sobald man die Tische hochgezogen hatte, eilte er mit seiner Frau von den Leuten weg ins Bett. Da ging die Liebe von neuem an. Von dort kam er nicht mehr weg, bis er zum Abendessen ging.)

Wachawi wanamwabudu Shetani. Lakini Shetani wanayemwabudu si Shetani Ibilisi aliyeumbwa na Mwenyezi Mungu kuja kuudanganya ulimwengu wote. Ni Shetani roho ya mabadiliko, mabadiliko ya kweli, ya ufahamu kamilia ulimwengu huu ambamo sisi sote tunaishi. Wachawi, kwa maneno mengine, wanaabudu miungu – kama vile Inanna wa Mesopotamia, Isis wa Misri, Asherah wa Kaanani au Belus wa Assyria ambaye ndiye mungu wa kwanza kuabuadiwa kama sanamu duniani – iliyotwaliwa na Shetani tangu misingi ya ulimwengu huu kusimikwa. Dhambi aliyotenda Shetani mbinguni ni ndogo kuliko dhambi wanazotenda wachawi duniani, ijapokuwa dhambi aliyotenda Shetani haitaweza kusamehewa na ndiyo maana Shetani hataweza kuwasamehe wanadamu. Ni jukumu letu kuwaita wachawi wote kutoka Babeli na kuwaleta katika ukweli kama kweli wanayemwabudu ni Shetani Ibilisi, Shetani Beelzebub, Shetani Asmodeus, Shetani Leviathan, Shetani Mammon, Shetani Amon au Shetani Belphegor ambao ni mabingwa wa kiburi, uroho, zinaa, wivu, fedha, hasira na uvivu duniani. Wachawi hawajui, na usipojua waweza kufa bila kujua.

Was I on something? Yes, love. The strongest drug there is.

Walking towards love is wiser than falling into it.

We are [God's] by creation, and again by redemption. He has every right to tell me what to do with my mind and body. I have. I right to do whatever I want with my body.

We all have a choice as to how we value someone. Either they become nothing more than an object, or we cultivate the ability to push on through to find true beauty in the whole, not in an amalgam of parts.

we are born into this world on the tailcoats of a scream. born into gritted teeth and a shock of red across the pristine. born into a solemn hush. are you evil? you, who tore into this world on a steed of crimson… are you a monster? we are born as angels, toothless, a mouth a gurgling brook. and as we grow, so do our wings, until we are high enough to see that our church is no more than a small forest and the altar a tree. are you a monster, angel with fangs? all teeth, thick with teeth, you can’t even close your mouth anymore. it rains and it’s like drowning. corn husk skin and we’re born again. into a time of being tied down, to a person, to a bed. a time of clipped wings. of holy cries out to a void. your wildness a convenience store in the desert, pale pink, dusty, arid. your wildness staring longingly at the screaming horizon and flicking another cigarette butt into the dirt, a lone oscillating fan its only company. we’re born into this concrete world, where sanctuary is to be alone or to pretend to like it. this world of broken bottles instead of leaf crunch. roadside motels proclaiming vacancies. inside and out. that pluck your heartstrings. a new church, a fresh sin. the altar now a white railing against a muted matte pink wall. you lean against it, hips jutted to the side. some of the eighties still lingers. you see a man in a leather jacket kissing a girl’s neck purple. he looks up. teeth are everywhere. hundreds of glistening teeth. you turn away. your wings shush against an old telephone booth, door forced closed. you’re calling your mother to say you’re sorry for hurting her, but when she answers you hang up.

We all have a sea inside us; can you hear it? Can you hear the ocean roaring?

We are going through a sexual tempest, a bombardment provided by unprecedented exploitation of cheap sex by moviemakers, theater owners, publishers, and producers of pornography. [There is more] openness of talk about sex, acceptance of public nudity . . . homosexuality. Sex revolution, no! But sex pollution? Yes!!

We dreamt of a crappy apartment somewhere Making love while we let the midnight air Flow through the open window, into our closed hearts Left bitter from heartbreak and too much time apart

We are taught to be free from all vices of life. No greed, anger, lust, and attachment with any mundane things.

We commonly confuse love with the strong emotions most often associated with it, such as joy, attachment, lust, infatuation, pleasure, pain, fear, and hope, to name a few. But, love is not a feeling; love itself is an action. There are countless emotions and beliefs that can cause us to love. Love is the willing giving of self to another living being. Love is giving the life, time, energy, and resources that we would normally give or use for our self to someone else. Love is an action that enhances the well-being of another living being.

We cannot see how divine the hills and the mountains are, so we want an angel with wings on top of them.

We know that if we eat a certain food, it will upset our digestion, but we still eat it. The way out is to beware of the superficial appearance. From outside, something may look very pleasant. But we have to look deeper and use that deep understanding to see the superficial aspects of the object of our desire. Our understanding can overcome our cravings.

We hunger in earnest for that which we cannot consume.

We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague plans to meet in Frisco.

Well enough,” I reply. “Remember, you’re drunk. And happy. You’re supposed to be lusting over your escort. Try smiling a little more.” Day plasters a giant artificial smile on his face. As charming as ever. “Aw, come on, sweetheart. I thought I was doing a pretty good job. I got my arm around the prettiest escort on this block—how could I not be lusting over you? Don’t I look like I’m lusting? This is me, lusting.” His lashes flutter at me. He looks so ridiculous that I can’t help laughing. Another passerby glances at me. “Much better.

We weren't ashamed to enjoy food and alcohol in moderation - why were we so afraid of sex?

We think we like or love some people until we see them regularly.

We might like to think of ourselves as autonomous beings who get to decide who we are going to be, but we are likely much more malleable than we think. We are often defined by the structure that keeps us captive. In some ways our desires are so socially constructed that they can't rightfully be called our own.

We soon fall asleep in each other’s arms, knowing to myself that I captured her, like a prisoner in a cage.

We tried not to be in the same room at the same time when Starr was home, we set the air on fire between us.

we were just looking for what could instead of what was what should be instead of how it was

What big eyes you have. Eyes of an incomparable luminosity, the numinous phosphorescence of the eyes of lycanthropes. The gelid green of your eyes fixes my reflective face; It is a preservative, like a green liquid amber; it catches me. I am afraid I will be trapped in it for ever like the poor little ants and flies that stuck their feet in resin before the sea covered the Baltic. He winds me into the circle of his eye on a reel of birdsong. There is a black hole in the middle of both your eyes; it is their still centre, looking there makes me giddy, as if I might fall into it.

What is love when it's not for dopamine?

What's simple is that everything good comes from God, and everything bad comes from man. Where it gets complicated is that everything seemingly good but ultimately bad comes from man, and everything seemingly bad but ultimately good comes from God.

What you think is the heart might well be another organ.

What you call love on your side may be called lust on another's side.

What you're experiencing isn't a dry spell. It's a dust bowl. Tell me, do you find cob webs in there every time you get yourself off?

When a woman says she doesn't want to be your fling, it doesn't mean she wants to be your girlfriend either. All the signs and words may just be her way of accommodating you or showing that you're good company, and not because she loves you at all to want more from you.

When a person uses his or her position of power from a church, corporation, or government to throw disgust upon a person for holding a different perspective, the person with the position of power is using lust as a mindset to gain control over the masses. Superior-Disgust-Lust is a complex and it's a method by which individuals steal from other human beings.

When a woman is romantically subdued, all she does at that moment is under the influence of her desires.