Lust is when you love what you see. Love is when you lust for what is inside. |
Lust will curdle like milk if you don't keep using it up. |
Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation. |
Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes. |
I eyed her like a thirsty traveler in the desert looks at a pail of water. Truly, Madly, Deeply |