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So drop the Mr. Rochester-Mr. Darcy-Heathcliff British stuck-uppity bullshit and treat her like the treasure she is! Or I’m coming back here and putting a pump in your ass!”
You’re only a magnet for mishap, Miss Mitchell, while I am a magnet for sin.”
One could say le baiser and refer to a kiss, but if one said, Baise-moi, one was begging to be fucked.
The descent to Hell is easy.’”
We’re a twisted mix of Arthur Miller and John Steinbeck, with a bit of Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy thrown in.”
And that Christa was, in fact, a woman, and not an anorexic sow in heat.
Abandon hope all ye who enter.”
She was undoing him slowly, bit by bit, and he did not understand how.
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments,”
Canadians could be like that—quietly sympathetic but politely distant.
Sometimes people, when left alone, can hear their own hatefulness for themselves. Sometimes goodness is enough to expose evil for what it really is.
There were timid introductions as their tongues met first as friends, shy and soft, then as lovers, sensual and erotic, as the heat exploded in their mouths and the dance of the two became a tango of one.
You know, the act of feeding someone is the ultimate act of care and affection…sharing yourself with someone else through food.”
But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands: Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant, And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself and frees all faults. As you from your crimes would pardon’d be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Shakespeare The Tempest
the iris was a symbol of Mary in the Middle Ages and so it became associated with virginity.
The seed of felicity sent by God into a well-disposed soul.
You’re my missing half. You’re my bashert.”
“I like the part when the fox talks to the prince about the process of taming. And the fox decides that he wants to be tamed, to be the prince’s fox, even though doing so will make him vulnerable.”
“Nature’s cruelty—the fallen angel retains his beauty.
“The title of my lecture is Lust in Dante’s Inferno: The Deadly Sin against the Self. Immediately, one might wonder why lust would be a sin against the self since it is always directed toward another—the use of another human being for personal, sexual gratification.”
“Perhaps this was the medieval equivalent of porn-fuelled foreplay.”
“Sex is properly understood to be not only physical, but spiritual—an ecstatic union of two bodies and two
souls, meant to mimic the joy and ecstasy of union with the Divine in Paradise.
“It’s pedantic perhaps to point out that if one holds back and doesn’t give one’s entire self during intercourse, orgasm will be eluded. The result is tension, frustration, and an unhappy partner. The moment of orgasm is a foretaste of absolute transcendence and wholehearted, rapturous pleasure. The kind of pleasure in which all of one’s deepest urges and longings are wholly and heart-stoppingly satisfied.”
Panting, twisting, touching, yearning, giving, and finally and most gloriously, coming.”
“The joys and beauty of sexual intimacy, expressed in the unifying act of sexual intercourse, are the natural outgrowth of love.
“Being without you, Julianne, is like enduring an endless night without stars.”
“All believers are hypocrites because none of us live up to our beliefs.
‘With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow.’”
this vow is a pledge that the husband will make love to his wife, and not just use her for sex.
She was his atonement.
“By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not. I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him.”
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He’d spent his life worshipping at the altar of a silent, absent god who promised everything but delivered something fleeting that always left him wanting. He’d trafficked in lust masquerading as eros. But nothing had been further from reality.
She’d broken him open and taken his emotional virginity, but she had done so patiently and gently.
He knows a woman’s body the way…somebody knows something. What was I saying?
Erotic perfection paired with the blush of innocence.
He prayed silently that she wouldn’t live to regret the decision that brought her to his bed, or her choice of first lover.
My Dearest Julianne, Thank you for your immeasurable gift. The only thing I have of value is my heart. It’s yours,
