Virgin Quotes

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Virginia Woolf
“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

Thomas Jefferson
“And the day will come when the mystical generation of Jesus, by the supreme being as his father in the womb of a virgin will be classed with the fable of the generation of Minerva in the brain of Jupiter. But we may hope that the dawn of reason and freedom of thought in these United States will do away all this artificial scaffolding...

{Letter to John Adams, April 11, 1823}”
Thomas Jefferson, Letters of Thomas Jefferson

Jessica Valenti
“The desirable virgin is sexy but not sexual. She's young, white, and skinny. She's a cheerleader, a babysitter; she's accessible and eager to please (remember those ethics of passivity!). She's never a woman of color. SHe's never a low-income girl or a fat girl. She's never disabled. "Virgin" is a designation for those who meet a certain standard of what women, especially young women, are supposed to look like. As for how these young women are supposed to act? A blank slate is best.”
Jessica Valenti, The Purity Myth: How America's Obsession with Virginity is Hurting Young Women

Richelle Mead
“This wasn’t the first time I’d been pulled out of bed for a crucial mission. It was, however, the first time I’d been subjected to such a personal line of questioning.

“Are you a virgin?”
Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

E.L. James
“So you've just slept with him, given him your virginity, a man who doesn't love you. In fact, he has odd ideas about you, wants to make you some sort of kinky sex slave.”
E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

Junot Díaz
“Instead of finding himself in nerd heaven—where every nerd gets fifty-eight virgins to role-play with—he woke up in Robert Wood Johnson with two broken legs and a separated shoulder, feeling like, well, he'd jumped off the New Brunswick train bridge.”
Junot Diaz

Tim O'Brien
“…he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered. He wanted her to be a virgin and not a virgin all at once. He wanted to know her. Intimate secrets: Why poetry? Why so sad? Why that grayness in her eyes? Why so alone? Not lonely, just alone - riding her bike across campus or sitting off by herself in the cafeteria - even dancing, she danced alone - and it was the aloneness that filled him with love. He remembered telling her that one evening. How she nodded and looked away. And how, later, when he kissed her, she received the kiss without returning it, her eyes wide open, not afraid, not a virgin’s eyes, just flat and uninvolved.”
Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried

Jess C. Scott
“Adrian had always found it amusing that a guy could be drilling Stacia up her ass while she considered herself to be a virgin. Her intent had been to present herself as such when she found "Mr. Right.”
Jess C Scott, Master & Servant

Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“It was masturbation, not willpower, that made it possible for gazillions of women to walk down the aisle with their reputation and their hymen still intact.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana, On Masturbation: A Satirical Essay

Ernest Cline
“At the end of the day, I was still a virgin, all alone in a dark room, humping a lubed-up robot.”
Ernest Cline, Ready Player One

Shelly Crane
“I'm a virgin, Ariel," I whispered conspiratorially. "Sealed up like a Swiss bank account.”
Shelly Crane, Consume

Clare Boothe Luce
“Nature abhors a virgin - a frozen asset.”
Clare Boothe Luce

“Out here, where the sand is so white,
so Westernized, how could I not
sink into it
& burn with questions
like what am I doing here
I am in the wrong book
I am in the wrong era
I am not Dorothea
I am Analicia”
Analicia Sotelo, Virgin

“Why does the twenty-first century feel like this?
Like men are talking into
their favorite phonograph
& the phonograph is me
receiving their baritone: You're so exotic
Watch out, men
, says my violin
I am a Royal Bengal man-eating tiger”
Analicia Sotelo, Virgin

“I dream the scent
of my mother's lipstick
has come back to haunt me—
like an oil pastel
my dreary, dramatic heart.”
Analicia Sotelo, Virgin

“I am tired
of undressing to no comment,
years and years of youth
wasted to the particles in the air.”
Analicia Sotelo, Virgin

“The child in the middle of the room was glaring at him, for child she was, no matter what her advanced years. She was a virgin, untouched, unkissed, innocent and angry, and he was prepared to enjoy himself immensely. "So tell me, little one. What really brought you here?”
Anne Stuart, Ruthless

Cathy Dobson
“I’m not a strong virgin any more, I’m a mighty woman. I’m no longer just the ghost of a human being, I’m solid. But how could I be real if I never cast a shadow? I need my darker side in order to be whole.”
Cathy Dobson, The Devil's Missal

“I'm looking at the sea on the wall, and
even though it's a copy of a copy of the Aegean,
I wish you would grab me and take me to Greece.”
Analicia Sotelo, Virgin

“A man walks into my kitchen in athletic shorts.
That's the joke—a man in my kitchen.”
Analicia Sotelo, Virgin

“Her grief is constant & irreparable”
Analicia Sotelo, Virgin

What's this? This mourning is mine forever.”
Analicia Sotelo, Virgin

“I take back
what I said—come here
with your unplaceable frustration,
let me add it to my calendar
of knife-like headaches,
let me kiss you if I want
for months at a time.”
Analicia Sotelo, Virgin

Bat Maxwell
“...the powder blue cameo style blouse, suggested her body was that of tender youth that yields a talcum aroma.”
Bat Maxwell, The Color of Honey

Jessa Kane

That’s her name.

Jolie Dubois.

I don’t bother writing it down, because it’s already engraved on my brain.

There are claws in my chest, rearranging organs and making me new. Making me into whatever she needs me to be. I will worship her. I will find this sweet girl and protect her from any harm. She is mine to guard, to keep, to marry. To fuck.

I’ve never had much interest in females. They are merely objects that need to be avoided so I can kill the men I am contracted to execute. They are occasional, faceless tools of comfort. This one is my angel. She was sent for me. My singing blood is telling me so.”
Jessa Kane, My Husband, My Stalker

Jessa Kane
“Leaving already?” he asks, in a husky baritone that makes me shiver hotly.

I haven’t spoken to anyone in person in a month. Before that, it was mostly lawyers, cops and doctors. So my voice sounds unnatural to my ears when I respond. “Yes. I can’t find the lady who invited me. I don’t see her.” For some reason, maybe because his eyes are so patient, I blurt, “There are a lot of strangers here.”

He considers the packed block, nodding, as if that was a completely normal thing to say. “I see your point.” He lifts his beer. “That’s what the alcohol is for.”

A laugh sneaks out of me. “Actually…I don’t drink anymore.”

A beat passes and I assume I’ve disappointed him. Then he turns the bottle so I can see the label. “Non-alcoholic,” he says, kind of sheepishly. “I didn’t want you to think I was…”


His eyes are the most intense shade of blue and it deepens now. “Isn’t everyone, though?”

It’s the strangest thing. Those three words feel like they’re being whispered to me across a pillow. We’re standing in a sea of people and yet…this encounter is so intimate. Like no one else exists. The other voices are just buzzes of sound. His eyes are a lifeboat in a huge, turbulent ocean and I can’t seem to look away. “Yes. Some more than others.”
Jessa Kane

Jessa Kane
“I found my angel and made her mine.

No, I have to keep her. Safe. Happy. Untouched by anyone but me.

Jessa Kane, My Husband, My Stalker

Laura Greenwood
“I didn't mind the fact I was a virgin still, but I knew some girls saw it as a badge of shame. It was ridiculous how society acted. You were a prude if you hadn't had sex and a slut if you had. There needed to be a middle ground where people who actually liked sex could spend their time doing it as much as they wanted.”
Laura Greenwood, The Platypus and Her Wolves

Jayita Bhattacharjee
“Art arises when the heart becomes overcast with feelings and the hands hold the brush, trembling, unsure of what will flow, yet what flows is a beauty, so virgin and pure.”
Jayita Bhattacharjee

“You look like a virgin mother with immaculate conception except you are not a virgin, the conception was not immaculate and your son is not jesus”
Vineet Goel

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