Eroticism Quotes

“Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.”
― Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Poetry as Insurgent Art

“Fuck me,” I whispered, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness.”
― Emme Rollins, Dear Rockstar

“We were a galaxy exploding into a million pieces, creating a whole new world, as we crashed against each other on the soft surface of his mattress, a cloud in the darkness, our bodies finally falling together like rain.”
― Emme Rollins, Dear Rockstar

“Eroticism is mystique; that is, the aura of emotion and imagination around sex. It cannot be 'fixed' by codes of social or moral convenience, whether from the political left or right. For nature's fascism is greater than that of any society. There is a daemonic instability in sexual relations that we may have to accept.”
― Camille Paglia, Sexual Personae: Art and Decadence from Nefertiti to Emily Dickinson

“The erotic state – again, a mixture of concentration and spontaneity – is a hypnoidal state, probably the most powerful kind that we are capable of experiencing, and it is in this condition that unexpected regions of the self are revealed, as the majority of people know from experience.”
― Peter Redgrove, The Black Goddess and the Unseen Real: Our Uncommon Senses and Their Common Sense

“The gods made our bodies as well as our souls, is it not so? They give us voices, so we might worship them with song. They give us hands, so we might build them temples. And they give us desire, so we might mate and worship them in that way.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

“The only thing needed is to be in love with someone else. Because you can search for love and still can’t find it, it knocks you unexpectedly and without warning.”
― Raz Mihal, Just Love Her

“Close your eyes and become conscious about your destiny, about your life.”
― Raz Mihal, Just Love Her

“Sex is more exciting on the screen and between the pages than between the sheets”
― Andy Warhol

“Sex is like an atom bomb. A potent weapon which fascinates and frightens. We're afraid to let it loose, yet we all have our finger on the button.”

--Zeena Schreck, Cuir Underground: Sado-Magic for Satan Interview, 1998”
― Zeena Schreck, Demons of the Flesh: The Complete Guide to Left Hand Path Sex Magic

“She felt the cold blast from the sterile air conditioning on her bare arms and thighs, as she ambled down the center of the shopping complex's ground floor.

The scene was a swirl of candy bright lights--the Victoria's Secret fuchsia signboard, signboards which lured one to purchase "confidence," or "sexual appeal," or whatever it was that was being advertised--the fluorescent lights in each store, contrasting with the shiny, black-tiled walls and eye-catching speckled marble tiles on the ground.

One could lick the floor--the tiles were spotless, clean like the fake air she was breathing in, like the atoms and cells in her that were decaying in stale neglect.”
― Jess C Scott, Jack in the Box

“Sex is like money; only too much is enough.”
― John Updike, Couples

“We fell into each other’s arms and kissed like we were coming up for air after being underwater for days. The melding of our mouths was sweeter than oxygen. We took huge, deep gulps of each other as we struggled with worldly constraints like clothing and gravity, seeking to transcend it all in our coming together.”
― Emme Rollins, Dear Rockstar

“there is no pornography without a secrecy.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Erotic Works

“The things she could do with her mouth would blow any man off course.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Mistress

“I want eroticism mixed with love, and deep love one does not experience often.”
― Anaïs Nin

“Don't run around looking for someone who can sexually satisfy you, run around and look for the book which will intellectually satisfy you.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“Because what she disliked in men was not their eroticism, but their assumption that women had none. Which left women with nothing to be but housemaids.”
― Marian Engel, Bear

“The nature of erotic things is secrecy, otherwise they lose their spell.”
― Björk

“I don't mind admitting that I, too, have watched Hilton undergoing the sexual act. I phrase it as crudely as that because it was one of the least erotic such sequences I have ever seen. She seemed to know what was expected of her and to manifest some hard-won expertise, but I could almost have believed that she was drugged. At no point did her facial expression match even the simulacrum of lovemaking.”
― Christopher Hitchens

“Love is a feeling and lovemaking is an art.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“Jesse realized what he was doing. The man was trying to make her angry enough to give him what he wanted in the scene, mad enough to be completely submissive. "You want me to just lie there and like it? Just beg for it? gimme, gimme, come on, baby, fuck me, stick me, kill me, make me come, make me bleed, fuck me like there's no tomorrow, take it away from me, honey, fuck my mind, fuck me to death, fuck me dead! Is that what you want?"

Morrison looked at her, his smile actually growing, "that's a start.”
― Alice Alfonsi, Dark Seductions

“My hand was shaking as I accepted that perfect hand. I honestly felt that I had sold my soul the moment I felt his hand encircle mine. I was now utterly his; I felt it down to the very marrow of my bones.”
― Cristina Rayne, Claimed by the Elven King: The Complete Edition

“We usually associate religion with law and reason. But if we confine ourselves to what grounds religions as a whole, we are forced to reject this notion. Religion is doubtlessly, even in essence, subversive: it turns away from the observance of laws. At least, what it demands is excess, sacrifice, and the feast, which culminates in ecstasy.”
― Georges Bataille, The Tears of Eros

“Desire blurred reality.”
― Neda Aria, Red Wings: A Lust in Paris Novel - Vol. I

“The essence of humour appears to me to consist in a laying of stress on empirical things, in order that their unreality may become more obvious. Everything that is realised is laughable, and in this way humour seems to be the antithesis of eroticism. The latter welds men and the world together, and unites them in a great purpose; the former loses the bonds of synthesis and shows the world as a silly affair. The two stand somewhat in the relation of polarised and unpolarised light.

When the great erotic wishes to pass from the limited to the illimited, humour pounces down on him, pushes him in front of the stage, and laughs at him from the wings. The humourist has not the craving to transcend space; he is content with small thing; his dominion is neither the sea nor the mountains, but the flat level plain. He shuns the idyllic, and plunges deeply into the commonplace, only, however, to show its unreality. He turns from the immanence of things and will not hear the transcendental even spoken of. Wit seeks out contradictions in the sphere of experience; humour goes deeper and shows that experience is a blind and closed system; both compromise the phenomenal world by showing that everything is possible in it. Tragedy, on the other hand, shows what must for all eternity be impossible in the phenomenal world; and thus tragedy and comedy alike, each in their own way, are negations of the empiric.”
― Otto Weininger, Sex and Character: An Investigation of Fundamental Principles

“The body remembers what the mind avoids.
Trauma, repression, shame, unmet needs, these often emerge erotically. Not because we’re broken, but because eroticism is a powerful site of truth.”
― Diana Von Rigg, Dom(me) the Darkness Within: Ritual Shadow Work for the Neurodivergent & Kink-Aligned

“Un homme peut manger salement, sans devenir un objet sexuel. Pour une femme, il y a un vocabulaire érotique immédiat associé au fait de manger. (cit. Valentine Oudard)”
― Lauren Malka, Mangeuses : Histoire de celles qui dévorent, savourent ou se privent à l'excès

“It seems to me that the totality of what is (the universe) swallows me (physically), and if it swallows me, or since it swallows me, I can't distinguish myself from it; nothing remains, except this or that, which are less meaningful than this nothing. In a sense it is unbearable and I seem to be dying. It is at this cost, no doubt, that I am no longer myself, but an infinity in which I am lost...

No doubt this is not entirely true; in fact, on the contrary, never have I been closer to the one who...but it's like an aspiration followed by an expiration: suddenly the intensity of her desire, which destroys her, terrifies me; she succumbs to it, and then, as if she were returning from the underworld, I find her again, I embrace her...

This too is quite strange: she is no longer the one who prepared meals, washed herself, or bought small articles. She is vast, she is distant like that darkness in which she has trouble breathing, and she is so truly the vastness of the universe in her cries, her silences are so truly the emptiness of death, that I embrace her inasmuch as anguish and fever throw me into a place of death, which is the absence of bounds to the universe. But between her and me there is a kind of appeasement which, denoting rebellion and apathy at the same time, eliminates the distance that separated us from each other, and the one that separated us both from the universe.”
― Georges Bataille, The Accursed Share: An Essay on General Economy; Volume II. The History of Eroticism and Volume III. Sovereignty

“never have I been closer to the one who...but it's like an aspiration followed by an expiration: suddenly the intensity of her desire, which destroys her, terrifies me; she succumbs to it, and then, as if she were returning from the underworld, I find her again, I embrace her...

This too is quite strange: she is no longer the one who prepared meals, washed herself, or bought small articles. She is vast, she is distant like that darkness in which she has trouble breathing, and she is so truly the vastness of the universe in her cries, her silences are so truly the emptiness of death, that I embrace her inasmuch as anguish and fever throw me into a place of death, which is the absence of bounds to the universe.”
― Georges Bataille, The Accursed Share: An Essay on General Economy; Volume II. The History of Eroticism and Volume III. Sovereignty