Aldous Huxley Quotes

Maybe I'm not good for you. Maybe what I feel is wrong. Because I did love Ashton. She was all I needed... but never did I feel the uncontrollable desire to get her underneath me. Never did I make up reasons to get her to wrap her legs around me so I could feel her pressed up against me. Never. He swallowed hard. "Never did I think about being inside her

The feeling of not belonging, of not being entirely worthy, of being sometimes hostage to your own sensibilities. Those things speak to me very personally.

I think I have a great deal of self-hatred, a profound feeling of fraudulence, of being detestable and evil. It's only a part of me, but it's there, and it's active.

Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.

You may think of me as an object of desire and I'm going to tell you that I can be in front of you naked and not be erotic.

I was tormented with guilt for years and years. In fact, it was so bad that if I didn't feel wrong, I didn't feel right!

I felt ashamed of being different and ashamed of feeling that way.

Whenever we feel shame, it's a mark of some deep investment or deep internal struggle.

The first lyric on 'Sex Playlist' is 'I can't believe I got her all alone.' I'm already putting myself in a situation of vulnerability because I'm excited that I'm actually about to share a moment with a woman I've been dreaming to share a moment with.

I'm a bad person.

I could come in the gym to train with the boys and they'd think I was alright, but I'd go home and sit there crying.

his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively -- I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.

Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart.

In sex, man is driven into the very abyss which he flees. He makes a voyage to non-being and back.

Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel. "You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know," Haymitch says.

Fear and Guilt are the only enemies of man.

I just want some time, Mikhail, to think things through. It’s frightening, the way I am about you. I think about you every minute; I want to touch you, just to know I can, to feel you beneath my fingers. It’s as if you crawled into my head and my heart, even my body, and I can’t get you out.

It's the ones who resist that we most want to kiss, wouldn't you say?

She wept with shame for her lack of will and with fear for a love she couldn't control.

What do you think, Ronnie? Do you think we could stop after just one kiss?

He’d spent his life being a perfect gentleman. He’d never been a flirt. He’d never been a rogue. He hated being the center of attention, but by God, he wanted to be the center of her attention. He wanted to do the wrong thing, the bad thing. He wanted to pull her into his arms and carry her to her bed. He wanted to peel every last inch of her clothing from her body, and then he wanted to worship her. He wanted to show her all the things he wasn’t sure he knew how to say.

I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love.

Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside.

I should try to be strong, but baby, you're the right kind of wrong.

Gently, I ran my hand across his chest, exploring it. My breath felt tight in my throat. He was so beautiful. His muscles were toned, defined, his skin warm and smooth. Stroking my palm up over the line of his collarbone, I felt the firmness of his shoulder, the strength of his bicep. I traced my fingers over the black AK, following the lines of the letters. Alex hardly moved as I touched him, his eyes never leaving me. Finally I sighed and dropped my hand. I tried to smile. "I've sort of been wanting to do that ever since that first night in the motel room," I admitted.