Pierre Choderlos de Laclos Quotes

So sweet and delicious do I become, when I am in bed with a man who, I sense, loves and enjoys me, that the pleasure I bring excels all delight, so the knot of love, however tight it seemed before, is tied tighter still.

If we seek the pleasures of love, passion should be occasional, and common sense continual.

Heaven would indeed be heaven if lovers were there permitted as much enjoyment as they had experienced on earth.

Love is an ice cream sundae, with all the marvelous coverings. Sex is the cherry on top.

We do most of what we do out of our sexual energy and our sexual needs.

A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love.

Familiarity with your lover is what initially makes sex really good.

Don't let love interfere with your appetite. It never does with mine.

I was with this girl the other night and from the way she was responding to my skillful caresses, you would have sworn that she was conscious from the top of her head to the tag on her toes.

Love makes you do things you can never imagine.

Everyone yearns for love, and everyone struggles for love.

I endeavor not to conceal that I believe there is a great mixture of desire in the passion which is called love--or rather, without any far-fetched strain on words, it may be called the companion of love.

The giving and receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.

There are a lot of people who go their whole lives without truly knowing what love is, or ever experiencing that.

The object of ambition, unlike that of love, never being wholly possessed, ambition is the more durable passion of the two.

Better ten days of love than years of regretting.

Without love in a dream it will never come true

Destroy our leisure and you break love's bow.

I am a woman of heart and mind, looking for affection and respect, a little passion.

I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap

Sometimes I find that music is so much more attractive than love. I don’t know… It’s like some kind of euphoria, that love can’t bring to you.

Quench love, and what is left of a man's life but the folding of a few jointed bones and square inches of flesh? Who would call that life?

Do you know what would keep me in Brazil, no matter what happened? Sex!

The pleasantest part of a man's life is generally that which passes in courtship, provided his passion be sincere, and the party beloved kind with discretion. Love, desire, hope, all the pleasing emotions of the soul, rise in the pursuit.

It is not a matter of thinking a great deal but of loving a great deal, so do whatever arouses you most to love.