All Quotes By Tag: Sex

“Little sister don’t you worry about a thing todayTake the heat from the sunLittle sisterI know that everything is not okBut you’re like honey on my tongueTrue love never can be rentBut only true love can keep beauty innocentI could never take a chanceOf losing love to find romanceIn the mysterious distanceBetween a man and a womanNo I could never take a chance’Cause I could never understandThe mysterious distanceBetween a man and a womanYou can run from loveAnd if it’s really love it will find youCatch you by the heelBut you can’t be numb for loveThe only pain is to feel nothing at allHow can I hurt when I’m holding you?I could never take a chanceOf losing love to find romanceIn the mysterious distanceBetween a man and a womanAnd you’re the one, there’s no-one elsewho makes me want to lose myselfIn the mysterious distanceBetween a man and a womanBrown eyed girl across the streetOn rue Saint DivineI thought this is the one for meBut she was already mineYou were already mine…Little sisterI’ve been sleeping in the street againLike a stray dogLittle sisterI’ve been trying to feel complete againBut you’re gone and so is GodThe soul needs beauty for a soul mateWhen the soul wants…the soul waits …No I could never take a chanceOf losing love to find romanceIn the mysterious distanceBetween a man and a womanFor love and FAITH AND SEX and fearAnd all the things that keep us hereIn the mysterious distanceBetween a man and a womanHow can I hurt when I’m holding you?”

“When I met a truly beautiful girl, I would tell her that if she spent the night with me, I would write a novel or a story about her. This usually worked; and if her name was to be in the title of the story, it almost always worked. Then, later, when we’d passed a night of delicious love-making together, after she’d gone and I’d felt that feeling of happiness mixed with sorrow, I sometimes would write a book or story about her. Sometimes her character, her way about herself, her love-making, it sometimes marked me so heavily that I couldn’t go on in life and be happy unless I wrote a book or a story about that woman, the happy and sad memory of that woman. That was the only way to keep her, and to say goodbye to her without her ever leaving.”

“You cold or something?’ he said. She strained against him; she wanted to pass clear through him: ‘It’s a chill, it’s nothing’; and then, pushing a little away: ‘Say you love me.’I said it.’No, oh no. You haven’t. I was listening. And you never do.’Well, give me time.’Please.’He sat up and glanced at a clock across the room. It was after five. Then decisively he pulled off his windbreaker and began to unlace his shoes.Aren’t you going to, Clyde?’He grinned back at her. ‘Yeah, I’m going to.’I don’t mean that; and what’s more, I don’t like it: you sound as though you were talking to a whore.’Come off it, honey. You didn’t drag me up here to tell you about love.’You disgust me,’ she said.Listen to her! She’s sore!’A silence followed that circulated like an aggrieved bird. Clyde said, ‘You want to hit me, huh? I kind of like you when you’re sore: that’s the kind of girl you are,’ which made Grady light in his arms when he lifted and kissed her. ‘You still want me to say it?’ Her head slumped on his shoulder. ‘Because I will,’ he said, fooling his fingers in her hair. ‘Take off your clothes–and I’ll tell it to you good.”

“Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.”

“People don’t want children to know what they need to know. They want their kids to know what they ought to need to know. If you’re a teacher you’re in a constant battle with mildly deluded adults who think the world will get better if you imagine it is better. You want to teach about sex? Fine, but only when they’re old enough to do it. You want to talk politics? Sure, but nothing modern. Religion? So long as you don’t actually think about it. Otherwise some furious mob will come to your house and burn you for a witch.”

“Women writers make for rewarding (and efficient) lovers. They are clever liars to fathers and husbands; yet they never hold their tongues too long, nor keep ardent typing fingers still.”

“when we were kidslaying around the lawnon ourbellieswe often talkedabouthowwe’d like todieandwe allagreed on thesamething;we’d alllike to diefucking(althoughnone of ushaddone anyfucking)and nowthatwe are hardlykidsany longerwe think moreabouthownot todieandalthoughwe’rereadymost ofuswouldprefer todo italoneunder thesheetsnowthatmost ofushave fuckedour livesaway.”

“I have found there to be little distance between the unlatching of a chain and the spreading of a woman’s legs. As if they can never unbar only a single entrance. It’s a disease called hope. Women suffer from it greatly.”

“Love is giving up control. It’s surrendering the desire to control the other person. The two—love and controlling power over the other person—are mutually exclusive. If we are serious about loving someone, we have to surrender all the desires within us to manipulate the relationship.”

“You keep runnin that mouth and I’m goin to take you back there and screw you.”

“So sweet and delicious do I become,when I am in bed with a manwho, I sense, loves and enjoys me,that the pleasure I bring excels all delight,so the knot of love, however tightit seemed before, is tied tighter still.”

“You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.”

“Yes, it’s a well-known fact about you: you’re like death, you take everything.”

“Hugh and I have been together for so long that in order to arouse extraordinary passion, we need to engage in physical combat. Once, he hit me on the back of the head with a broken wineglass, and I fell to the floor pretending to be unconscious. That was romantic, or would have been had he rushed to my side rather than stepping over my body to fetch the dustpan.”

“you can take this mouththis wound you wantbut you can’t kissand make itbetter.”