Lust’s passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.
Revenge, lust, ambition, pride, and self-will are too often exalted as the gods of man’s idolatry; while holiness, peace, contentment, and humility are viewed as unworthy of a serious thought.
I am glad that ‘Lust Stories’ is coming on Netflix as opposed to the kind of commercial release it was going to get.
I have not changed; I am still the same girl I was fifty years ago and the same young woman I was in the seventies. I still lust for life, I am still ferociously independent, I still crave justice, and I fall madly in love easily.
Yet, so far from laboring to know the forbidden tree of worldly pleasures and its various fruits, man gives himself up to a careless and thoughtless state of life, and yields to the lust of the flesh, not considering that this lust is really the forbidden tree.
I lust love to play football.
I have to have a story I really want to tell, and then it makes sense to put things out there. So if you see, 2018 was again crazy for me. I did ‘Lust Stories’, ‘Made in Heaven’ and ‘Gully Boy’.
It is a monstrous thing that I will say, but I will say it all the same: I find in many things more restraint and order in my morals than in my opinions, and my lust less depraved than my reason.
He who gives away shall have real gain. He who subdues himself shall be free; he shall cease to be a slave of passions. The righteous man casts off evil, and by rooting out lust, bitterness, and illusion do we reach Nirvana.
We as a country, our lust for entertainment has sort of superseded our sense of self-preservation.
All the seven deadly sins are man’s true nature. To be greedy. To be hateful. To have lust. Of course, you have to control them, but if you’re made to feel guilty for being human, then you’re going to be trapped in a never-ending sin-and-repent cycle that you can’t escape from.
Writing is like a ‘lust,’ or like ‘scratching when you itch.’ Writing comes as a result of a very strong impulse, and when it does come, I, for one, must get it out.
You’re never the same after you run the Iditarod, and I still lust to go out and run with dogs, even though I know that I shouldn’t. But I’d give just about anything to be able to do it again. To see the horizon again from the back of a dog team would be wonderful.
One of Britain’s big problems throughout history has been that we lust after consumer goods from elsewhere, but our friends overseas have been less enthusiastic about buying things we produce.
Lust is what keeps you wanting to do it even when you have no desire to be with each other. Love is what makes you want to be with each other even when you have no desire to do it.
Throw out the fun-killers that you carry about with yourselves all the time. Three of them are lust, greed, and hatred.
It is time that the female gaze made its presence felt both in cinema and in a world that’s been driven by intolerance, greed, hate and lust. We need to make gentler, more inclusive films where multiple voices may be heard.
The rumba is the dance of love and lust.
Love is a strange emotion. It is ever evolving. Lust is transient. With time, one realizes that love and togetherness are two different things. Very few people are lucky enough to experience the two emotions simultaneously.
When you feel a connection, a gut connection, a heart connection, it’s a very special thing. What’s familiar to everyone is watching people falling in love; it doesn’t happen on screen that often. People fall in lust, then they’re suddenly together.
Our country has been overtaken by murderous thugs… gangsters who lust after fortunes and power.
There’s a very curious and – and almost sadistic lust for blood that overcomes the concert listener, and there’s a waiting for it to happen: a waiting for the horn to fluff; a waiting for the strings to become ragged; a waiting for the conductor to forget the subdivide, you know? And it’s dreadful!
I lust love to play football.
I am glad that ‘Lust Stories’ is coming on Netflix as opposed to the kind of commercial release it was going to get.
The more we are filled with thoughts of lust the less we find true romantic love.
I have not changed; I am still the same girl I was fifty years ago and the same young woman I was in the seventies. I still lust for life, I am still ferociously independent, I still crave justice, and I fall madly in love easily.
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.
People never know how strong is their lust for being cheated.
When you feel a connection, a gut connection, a heart connection, it’s a very special thing. What’s familiar to everyone is watching people falling in love; it doesn’t happen on screen that often. People fall in lust, then they’re suddenly together.
In my experience lust only ever leads to misery. All that suspicion and jealousy and anguish it unleashes. I don’t want those things in my life.
Only a struggle twists sentimentality and lust together into love.
We all die, we all get sick, we all feel hunger and lust and pain, and therefore human life is consistent from one generation to the other. We all – most of us, anyway – want connections with other people and spend our lives looking for them.
Do not follow vain desires; for verily he who prospers is preserved from lust, greed and anger.
I have this lust for the so-called South Seas. I would like to explore every corner of the Pacific. You know the song: ‘To everything turn, turn, turn, there is a season.’ It’s just time.
Lust and greed are more gullible than innocence.
I don’t think there’s anything like love at first sight. What happens is actually lust at first sight.
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.
Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.
Everything we do these days – our lust for ever more comfort, pleasure, and distraction, our refusal to engage with the mandates of reality, our fidelity to cults of technology and limitless growth, our narcissistic national exceptionalism – all of this propels us toward the realm where souls abandon all hope.
Music – not just the lyrics, but the music itself – expresses confused or illicit passions: rage, lust, envy, frustration, channeling these energies and creating an outlet for them.
The Bible and several other self help or enlightenment books cite the Seven Deadly Sins. They are: pride, greed, lust, envy, wrath, sloth, and gluttony. That pretty much covers everything that we do, that is sinful… or fun for that matter.
It’s a pity nobody believes in simple lust anymore.
Men are naturally barbarians, and that will remain forever. The passion, the love, and the lust is intensifying with time.
Food is a great literary theme. Food in eternity, food and sex, food and lust. Food is a part of the whole of life. Food is not separate.
It’s a pity nobody believes in simple lust anymore.
There is a lust in man no charm can tame: Of loudly publishing his neighbor’s shame: On eagles wings immortal scandals fly, while virtuous actions are born and die.
I don’t think that you can fake warmth. You can fake lust, jealousy, anger; those are all quite easy. But actual, genuine warmth? I don’t think you can fake it.
Do not follow vain desires; for verily he who prospers is preserved from lust, greed and anger.
‘Monkeys’ is made up of nine short stories that tell an overall story. ‘Folly’ is a series of vignettes all put together to tell a larger story. In ‘Lust and Other Stories,’ there are nine stories – three, three, three; the beginnings of love, the middles, and the afters.
Gravitation is the lust of the cosmos.
I just don’t think of myself as an actor much at all, so I don’t lust after any particular roles.
Everything we do these days – our lust for ever more comfort, pleasure, and distraction, our refusal to engage with the mandates of reality, our fidelity to cults of technology and limitless growth, our narcissistic national exceptionalism – all of this propels us toward the realm where souls abandon all hope.
The lust to meet authors ranks low, I think, on the roll of holy appetites; but it is an authentic pang.
Revenge, lust, ambition, pride, and self-will are too often exalted as the gods of man’s idolatry; while holiness, peace, contentment, and humility are viewed as unworthy of a serious thought.
No one can be a yogi, maintaining a state of mental equilibrium, free from inner involvement in planned desireful activities, unless he has renounced identification with his ego and its unsatisfiable lust for the fruits of actions.
The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.
I’ve looked on many women with lust. I’ve committed adultery in my heart many times. God knows I will do this and forgives me.
The enjoyment we get from something is powerfully influenced by what we think that thing really is. This is true for intellectual pleasures, such as the appreciation of paintings and stories, and it is true as well for pleasures that seem simpler and more animalistic, such as the satisfaction of hunger and lust.
