top of page
"When sex was something godlike, Lust was the profane curiosity that killed many a straying cat. Now, having removed mystery, Lust is less a long-standing, overpowering yearning, more a sudden craving of the appetite. Less quest, more impulse buy."
Standard
Customized
Exlpore more Lust quotes

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

"Momentarily drained of lust, he stares at the remembered contortions to which it has driven him. His life seems a sequence of grotesque poses assumed to no purpose, a magic dance empty of belief."

"When sex was something godlike, Lust was the profane curiosity that killed many a straying cat. Now, having removed mystery, Lust is less a long-standing, overpowering yearning, more a sudden craving of the appetite. Less quest, more impulse buy."
Explore more quotes by Geoffrey Wood

"Finally, slowly, drippingly, degrade the term Choice down to its most meager means: The red car not the black one. The 9:25 showing, not the 7:15. Ritz not Wheat Thins."

"You see my point? The average person has a very average notion of goodness to which they aspire averagely. To aspire to goodness in any remarkable way would be 'undemocratic'."

"True Prayer is the work of relationship, where He moves them from mere information about Him to a one-on-one experience with Him, so that now when they talk about 'knowing God, they mean more than, 'I understand what you're saying about God, but also, 'It fits my experience of Him."

"Gratitude, not guilt, as motivation is always His starting point, thus guilt as a motivation leads nowhere."

"They forget that for a Creator to create, He must be greater than His creation, thus He must be by definition not less than emotional."

"Indeed, if their wristbands asked them the question: 'What-Would-Jesus-Buy-well now, that could very well revolutionize the Christian church in America."

"Without God, reality is madness. Reason will tell you so. You either madly trust in God, or you trust in a world gone mad without him."

"Joy is that paradox where a man so trusts, is so enraptured, as to be caught up and lost in the other, while at the same time, being utterly known by the other, thus utterly himself."
bottom of page