Erotic or sexual love can truly be love if it is not selfishly sexual or lustful.— Mortimer Adler
Unconventional Erotic Love quotations
Your mind will always believe everything you tell it. Feed it hope. Feed it truth. Feed it with love.
Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
An anagram of Axl Rose is oral sex. Why do I know? Because when I'm not playing music I love solving erotic jumbles.
The secret to living well and longer is: eat half, walk double, laugh triple and love without measure.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body.
.. and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks.
Everyone comes with baggage. Find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack.
Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words.
In erotic love, two people who were separate become one.
In motherly love, two people who were one become separate. The mother must not only tolerate, she must wish and support the child's separation.
The truly erotic sensibility, in evoking the image of woman, never omits to clothe it. The robing and disrobing: that is the true traffic of love.
I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love and a little drunk.
We lie in each other's arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colors of the world pass through our bodies like strings of fire.
So sweet and delicious do I become, when I am in bed with a man who, I sense, loves and enjoys me, that the pleasure I bring excels all delight, so the knot of love, however tight it seemed before, is tied tighter still.
My writing arises out of erotic impulse toward an other: it is an act of love.
And I want terribly to be loved in return, as a sign that I have loved well enough.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Classic romantic love is an emotional attraction between two individuals in which they may share a heightened awareness of mutual adoration. Erotic love, traditionally, has been described as shared sexual attraction.
Intense mutual erotic love, love which involves with the flesh all the most refined sexual being of the spirit, which reveals and perhaps even ex nihilo creates spirit as sex, is comparatively rare in this inconvenient world.
Love is friendship with erotic moments.
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.
When I speak of the erotic, then I speak of it as an assertion of the life force of women; of that creative energy empowered, the knowledge and use of which we are now reclaiming in our language, our history, our dancing, our loving, our work, our lives.
There is no big mystery to Tantra. It is in the allowance and grace of the breath. Breathe easy and naturally and you will open the door to a sacred intent. With this sacred intent, love making becomes spiritual and holy. You open the gateway to total joy and you embrace the divine, erotic impulse. So breathe and relax. This is tantra.
I think Eros should be dirty. In Greek legend, as I'm sure you are aware, he fell in love with the minor deity Psyche. It was the Greek way of saying that, in spite of what it may believe, Love pursues the Soul, not the body; the Erotic desires the Psychic. If Love was clean and wholesome he wouldn't lust after Psyche.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
I think that marijuana makes you stupid but sensual.
I've watched many of my friends and loved ones become more erotic and dumber - just going around with a glazed expression on their faces from their last orgasms to the next - and found them really quite boring.
I always want to write erotic music... Not only about the love between men and women, but in a much more universal sense - about the sensuality of the mechanism of the universe... about life.
A very common symptom in maniacal conditions is erotic excitement.
This varies from mere coquetry, a somewhat extended application of the command "love one another", an undue attention to the opposite sex, and so forth, up to the extreme of salacity, when the mind is wholly occupied by the urgent sexual appetite, and all restraint is abandoned.
A King only bows down to his Queen.
Erotic love is one of the highest forms of contemplation.
After I tasted success with erotic thrillers, a time came when I was being offered only films belonging to that genre. The industry loves repeating a success formula, and the audience had formed a certain image of mine in their minds.
Erotic love begins with separateness, and ends in oneness.
Motherly love begins with oneness, and leads to separateness.
To love a person is to see all of their magic, and to remind them of it when they have forgotten.
Aesthetic emotion puts man in a state favorable to the reception of erotic emotion. Art is the accomplice of love. Take love away and there is no longer art.
Freud's view is that all love is sexual in its origin or its basis.
Even those loves which do not appear to be sexual or erotic have a sexual root or core. They are all sublimations of the sexual instinct.
I find the selectivity of erotic love - the choice of this man or this woman - much more intelligible if liking the person is the origin of sexual interest, rather than the other way.
Sometimes the strongest people are the ones who love beyond all faults, cry behind closed doors and fight battles that nobody knows about.
As a grad student and later as a writer, I have found it hard to sustain the pure, almost erotic love of reading I had as a kid - you know, where you climb in bed and read for hours and hours, and the book itself is this charged magical object. Later, when writing becomes your job, it's tied up with ego and all kinds of worry, and it's not always easy to get to that state of pure escape.
I'm a high femme lesbian who loves butch women.
That erotic identity has an enormous amount to do with how I live my life, who I live my life with and what it is we can or can't do.
The [book of the bible] Song Of Songs is an amazing erotic love poem that the church has tried very hard not to notice. It is really beautiful, and musical in its poetry.
The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
it's about a love song to myself, and a love song to the universe, kind of like the way that Song of Solomon consists of love songs to God or like the way Sufi poems are erotic love songs to God, I kind of wanted something like that. Because I was getting to know myself more deeply at this point. I've always been on this track where I wanted to be enlightened.
I love to write about sex. You just have to make it idiosyncratic. You have to have a strong comprehension of your characters, and write it from their point of view. It's really fun. It's not erotic.
It's the fantasy of first love. If you've been married for 400 years, as I have, it's nice to experience first love again and you can vicariously through a book. And it is such a fantasy. It takes you away from doing the dishes and the laundry. I think of this as a contemporary romance rather than erotic fiction.
My activism is a result of my love. So whether it's trying to preserve the wilderness in Southern Utah or writing about an erotics of place, it is that same impulse - to try to make sense of the world, to try to preserve something that is beautiful, to ask the tough questions, the push the boundaries of what is acceptable.
I mean if you two were to make love, that would be gay.
Two men touching each other physically and emotionally...erotically caressing each other...on the hood of a car...or the back of a movie theater.