Dark Sexuality Quotes & Sayings

The more separated we become from the Earth, the more hostile we become to the feminine. We disown our passion, our creativity, and our sexuality. Eventually the Earth itself becomes a baneful place. I remember being told by a medicine woman in the Amazon, Do you know why they are really cutting down the rain forest? Because it is wet and dark and tangled and feminine. — Alberto Villoldo

You can learn all sorts of rules and techniques of writing and still not be able to assemble something beautiful or enchanting. — Peter Turchi

Ask yourself what a man without guile might do to your body in the dark. — Nenia Campbell

It's a terrible thing but it seems like tragedy brings people together, makes them more supportive, more dependent. — Beatrice Sparks

Anytime I feel squeezed into a box, I just lash out. My gut reaction is to strike. It's a different character onstage: there's a whole dark sexuality that's completely different from me. You know, I don't let anybody know who I really am. — Scott Weiland

Men still have everything to say about their sexuality, and everything to write. For what they have said so far, for the most part, stems from the opposition activity/
passivity, from the power relation between a fantasized obligatory virility meant
to invade, to colonize, and the consequential phantasm of woman as a "dark
continent" to penetrate and to "pacify." (We know what "pacify" means in terms of
scotomizing the other and misrecognizing the self.) Conquering her, they've made
haste to depart from her borders, to get out of sight, out of body. The way man has
of getting out of himself and into her whom he takes not for the other but for his
own, deprives him, he knows, of his own bodily territory. One can understand
how man, confusing himself with his penis and rushing in for the attack, might
feel resentment and fear of being "taken" by the woman, of being lost in her,
absorbed, or alone. — Helene Cixous

Cynicism can blind one to subtler virtues — David Mitchell

The yellow glistens. It glistens with various yellows, Citrons, oranges and greens Flowering over the skin. — Wallace Stevens

Every man of genius sees the world at a different angle from his fellows, and there is his tragedy. — Havelock Ellis

History is nothing but a problem of mechanics applied to psychology. — Hippolyte Taine

The moral high ground proved to be one hell of an aphrodisiac... — Eve A. Floriste

Once a woman parts with her virtue, she loses the esteem even of the man whose vows and tears won her to abandon it. — Miguel De Cervantes

But what will he do when he sees only too clearly why his patient is ill; when he sees that it arises from his having no love, but only sexuality; no faith, because he is afraid to grope in the dark; no hope, because he is disillusioned by the world and by life; and no understanding, because he has failed to read the meaning of his own existence? — C. G. Jung

But we [women] are only at the beginning [of revamping feminism]. And our strictures on each other prove this. Our enforcement of thinness, of non-sexuality, of 'good' feminism versus 'bad' feminism, are proofs of our being at the beginning, not the end of a process. That younger feminists are embracing their sexuality is a sign of hope
a sign that women's lives will some day be less constricted, less fearful of the dark side of creativity (to which Eros provides the key). If that happens, we will at least have the full gamut of inspiration so long denied us. We will have access to all parts of ourselves
all the animals within us, from wolf to lamb. When we learn to love all the animals within us, we will know how to make men love them too. — Erica Jong

My dad would always say, 'What can you do to make the world a better place?' Well, I can make people laugh. — Jon Lovitz

I am sex and death, desire and destruction. They will die in ecstasy knowing that I was their fulfillment. My pleasure, their end. — Patrick Weekes

Lying mouth to mouth, kiss to kiss in the pillow dark, loin to loin in unbelievable surrendering sweetness so distant from all our mental fearful abstractions it makes you wonder why men have termed God antisexual somehow (p. 148) — Jack Kerouac

The campaign to obscure the true nature of our species' sexuality leaves half our marriages collapsing under an unstoppable tide of swirling sexual frustration, libido-killing boredom, impulsive betrayal, dysfunction, confusion, and shame. Serial monogamy stretches before (and behind) many of us like an archipelago of failure: isolated islands of transitory happiness in a cold, dark sea of disappointment. — Cacilda Jetha

Christ didn't worry about his reputation. He associated with those who desperately needed Him. The frowns of the religious leaders didn't stop Him from helping the lowly. — Melissa Jagears

Women were gravitating towards him from all directions like a planetary orbit.
(Zoe on meeting Justus) — Dannika Dark

Always, as a child, I would go around the house, and if I found a word that I didn't know the meaning of, I would write it down and ask my parents to define it and try to memorise it. — Alexandra Adornetto

God has created me to do Him some definite service. He has committed some work to me which He has not committed to another. I have my mission. I may never know it in this life, but I shall be told it in the next. I am a link in a chain, a bond of connection between persons.
He has not created me for naught. I shall do good; I shall do His work.
I shall be an angel of peace, a preacher of truth in my own place,
while not intending it if I do but keep His commandments.
Therefore, I will trust Him, whatever I am, I can never be thrown away. If I am in sickness, my sickness may serve Him, in perplexity, my perplexity may serve Him. If I am in sorrow, my sorrow may serve Him. He does nothing in vain. He knows what He is about. He may take away my friends. He may throw me among strangers. He may make me feel desolate, make my spirits sink, hide my future from me. Still, He knows what He is about. — John Henry Newman

Strawberry Fields is anywhere you want to go — John Lennon

This afternoon the pain occasioned by my loneliness came upon me so piercingly and intensely that I became aware that the strength which I gain through this writing thus spends itself, a strength which I certainly have not intended for this purpose. — Franz Kafka