Sexual Suppression Quotes

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Wilhelm Reich
“Originally and naturally, sexual pleasure was the good, the beautiful, the happy, that which united man with nature in general. When sexual feelings and religious feelings became separated from one another, that which is sexual was forced to become the bad, the internal, the diabolical.”
Wilhelm Reich, The Mass Psychology of Fascism

John Fowles
“...she was really very pretty, one of the prettiest girls she knew. And as if to prove it she raised her arms and unloosed her hair, a thing she knew to be vaguely sinful, yet necessary, like a hot bath or a warm bed on a winter's night. She imagined herself for a truly sinful moment as someone wicked — a dancer, an actress.”
John Fowles, The French Lieutenant’s Woman

“It doesn't matter if your life is perfect as long as your hair color is.”
Stacy Snapp Killian aka StacyK

“A mirror creates the illusion of distance which makes the client feel more comfortable as he or she shares deep, personal details with their stylist.”
StacyK

“Spirit means Breath and without one or the other there is no life.”
Stacy Snapp Killian aka StacyK

“To be wise: You take the knowledge you have gained and use it to script words together to benefit yourself and others.”
Stacy Snapp Killian aka StacyK

“Your hair is your halo, Wear it well!”
Stacy Snapp Killian aka StacyK

Kristen Callihan
“Why do men pretend that they're not in pain when they clearly are?"
"Because we don't like being fussed over," he answers with a small smile.
"See, that's the strange part about it," I say, cupping my latte. "Men love being fussed over. I've never heard so much whining as when a man is sick."
A gleam of challenge lights his eyes. "You're missing the key factor." Macon sets his cup on the table. A bit of creamy foam clings to the corner of his lip, and he licks it away with the tip of his tongue. "We only do that when we expect our women to kiss and cuddle us, then tuck us into bed."
I blame the steam from my latte for the hot tightness over my cheeks.”
Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy