Most popular sex quotes
Sex is a discovery.
Sex is the salt of life.
Sex - the poor man's polo.
Sex is the gateway to life.
Sex is an emotion in motion.
Sex is the great amateur art.
Sex is every man's loco spot.
Sex is a short cut to everything.
Sex is hardly ever just about sex.
Sex is God's joke on the human race.
To err is human, but it feels divine.
Love ain't nothing but sex misspelled.
Too much of a good thing can be taxing.
Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.
Sex is the last refuge of the miserable.
With women the best aphrodisiac is words.
Sex is like kissing with your entire body.
Sex is like money; only too much is enough.
Love is music, and sex is only the instrument.
Is sex dirty? Only when it's being done right.
It is a crossing of a Rubicon in life history.
The sex organ has a poetic power, like a comet.
Genitals are a great distraction to scholarship.
Food, sex, and liquor create their own appetite.
Sex is a conversation carried out by other means.
Sex is the divine in its most available epiphany.
Give me chastity and continence, but not just now.
Whoever named it necking was a poor judge of anatomy.
There is nothing safe about sex. There never will be.
All lovers swear more performance than they are able.
Sex is identical to comedy in that it involves timing.
It's pitch, sex is. Once you touch it, it clings to you.
Of all the sexual aberrations, chastity is the strangest.
Sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love.
Sex after ninety is like trying to shoot pool with a rope.
If it weren't for pickpockets I'd have no sex life at all.
I don't want to see any faces at this party I haven't sat on.
Nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.
Sexual intercourse is kicking death in the ass while singing.
The major civilizing force in the world is not religion, it's sex.
The sexual embrace can only be compared with music and with prayer.
Men want a woman whom they can turn on and off like a light switch.
Sexuality is the great field of battle between biology and society.
The act of sex, gratifying as it may be, is God's joke on humanity.
Sex and religion are closer to each other than either might prefer.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
Sex is a body-contact sport. It is safe to watch but more fun to play.
Sex is only the liquid centre of the great Newberry Fruit of friendship.
Sex is the root of which intuition is the foliage and beauty is the flower.
The cry of flesh calling to flesh must be the strongest thing in the world.
You mustn't force sex to do the work of love or love to do the work of sex.
You must not force sex to do the work of love or love to do the work of sex.
Sexual union is a holy moment in which a part of Heaven flows into the Earth.
That's the trouble, a sex symbol becomes a thing. I just hate to be a thing.
In the duel of sex woman fights from a dreadnaught, and man from an open raft.
Sex and golf are the two things you can enjoy even if you're not good at them.
The price of shallow sex may be a corresponding loss of capacity for deep love.
For flavor, Instant Sex will never supersede the stuff you had to peel and cook.
Sex is just another form of talk, where you act the words instead of saying them.
Sex is really only touch, the closest of all touch. And it's touch we're afraid of.
Good lovers have known for centuries that the hand is probably the primary sex organ.
The zipless fuck is absolutely pure. It is free of ... And it is rarer than the unicorn.
It is true I swim in a perpetual sea of sex but the actual excursions are fairly limited.
Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
Sex is like art. Most of it is pretty bad, and the good stuff is out of your price range.
Sex is a sideshow in the world of the animal, for the dominant color of that world is fear.
That pathetic short-cut suggested by Nature the supreme joker as a remedy for our loneliness.
You're not just sleeping with one person, you're sleeping with everyone they ever slept with.
I was wondering today what the religion of the country is—and all I could come up with was sex.
Sex—in actual life—touches the heavens only when it simultaneously touches the gutter and the mud.
Sex is the only form of entertainment where the performers are allowed to write their own reviews.
Sex is the tabasco sauce which an adolescent national palate sprinkles on every course in the menu.
Love is the answer, but while you are waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions.
Sex finds us out. Sex sees through us. That's why it's so shattering. It strips us of appearances.
There is no greater nor keener pleasure than that of bodily love - and none which is more irrational.
Sex is like having dinner: sometimes you joke about the dishes, sometimes you take the meal seriously.
Sex itself must always, it seems to me, come to us as a sacrament and be so used or it is meaningless.
To talk about adults without talking about their sex drives is like talking about a window without glass.
My mom always said men are like linoleum floors: Lay 'em right and you can walk all over them for 30 years.
In a business society, the role of sex can be summed up in five pitiful little words. There is money in it.
There may be some things better than sex, and there may be some things worse. But there's nothing exactly like it.
Parents who tell their offspring that sex is an act performed only for procreation do everyone a serious disservice.
Sexual intercourse: always disappointing and often repulsive, like asking someone else to blow your own nose for you.
Sex gives us a glimpse or a concentration of the mind that would make us godlike if we could command it in other spheres.
It doesn't make any difference what you do in the bedroom as long as you don't do it in the street and frighten the horses.
When you look back on your life . . . what you really find out is that the only person You really go to bed with is yourself.
Sexuality is something, like nuclear energy, which may prove amenable to domestication, through scruple, but then again it may not.
Male sexual response is far brisker and more automatic: it is triggered easily by things, like putting a quarter in a vending machine.
Male sexual response is far brisker and more automatic. It is triggered easily by things - like putting a quarter in a vending machine.
For lovers, touch is metamorphosis. All the parts of their bodies seem to change, and they seem to become something different and better.
Disapproval of homosexuality cannot justify invading the houses, hearts and minds of citizens who choose to live their lives differently.
Sex and religion are bordering states. They use the same vocabulary, share like ecstasies, and often serve as a substitute for one another.
My own belief is that there is hardly anyone whose sexual life, if it were broadcast, would not fill the world at large with surprise and horror.
Warren could handle women as smoothly as operating an elevator. He knew exactly where to locate the top button. One flick and we were on the way.
Of the delights of this world man cares most for sexual intercourse. He will go any length for it—risk fortune, character, reputation, life itself.
Sex pleasure in woman...is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.
Hickeys are like PG-13 movies. You think they're pretty hot stuff after being limited to G and PG, but you never bother with them once you're seriously into R.
The man takes a body that is not his, claims it, sows his so called seed, reaps a harvest – he colonizes a female body, robs it of its natural resources, controls it.
Sex in marriage is like medicine. Three times a day for the first week. Then once a day for another week. Then once every three or four days until the condition clears up.
The sexual act has no resemblance to any other act: its demands are frenzied and participate in infinity. It is a tidal wave able to cover everything and bear away everything.
Despite a lifetime of service to the cause of sexual liberation, I have never caught a venereal disease, which makes me feel rather like an arctic explorer who has never had frostbite.
The safest sex is on the shore of abstinence. The next is with one faithful partner. If you insist on wading out into the turbulent waters of multiple sex partners—wear a life jacket.
What sex is, we don't know, but it must be some sort of fire. For it always communicates a sense of warmth, of glow. And when this glow becomes a pure shine, then we feel the sense of beauty.
She said "Do you mind if I sit down, 'cause I'm pregnant?" a woman said. I said in reply, "You don't look it. How long have you been pregnant?" She said, "Only ten minutes – but doesn't it make you feel tired?"
Sex as something beautiful may soon disappear. Once it was a knife so finely honed the edge was invisible until it touched and then it cut deep. Now it is so blunt that it merely bruises and leaves ugly marks.
The main problem in marriage is that, for a man, sex is a hunger—like eating. If a man is hungry and can't get to a fancy French restaurant, he'll go to a hot dog stand. For a woman, what's important is love and romance.
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love, and let us judge all the rumors of the old men to be worth just one penny! The suns are able to fall and rise: When that brief light has fallen for us, we must sleep a never ending night. Give me a thousand kisses.
Girls who put out are tramps. Girls who don't are ladies. This is, however, a rather archaic usage of the word. Should one of you boys happen upon a girl who doesn't put out, do not jump to the conclusion that you have found a lady. What you have probably found is a lesbian.
Only the human mind invents categories and tries to force facts into separated pigeon-holes. The living world is a continuum in each and every one of its aspects. The sooner we learn this concerning human sexual behavior, the sooner we shall reach a sound understanding of the realities of sex.
You must acknowledge deep in your heart of hearts that people are supposed to fuck. It is our main purpose in life, and all those other activities—playing the trumpet, vacuuming carpets, reading mystery novels, eating chocolate mousse—are just ways of passing the time until you can fuck again.
I've always gone along with the view that, first, the surest guarantee of sexual success is sexual success (you can't have one without the other and you can't have the other without the one), and, second, that the trappings of sexual success are only fleetingly distinguishable from sexual success itself.
It is the sex instinct that makes women seem beautiful, which they are only once in a blue moon, and men seem wise and brave, which they never are at all. Throttle it, denaturize it, take it away, and human existence would be reduced to the prosaic, laborious, boresome, imbecile level of life in an anthill.
"Natural" is a very dangerous word to use about sexuality ... Our society's notions of normality are completely fake and meta-trendy, since they rely on the changing standards of superstition, religion, Christianity and gender bias to define themselves. Americans, in particular, exhibit very childish reactions to sexual practices that are new to them, much like little kids who are offered a vegetable they haven't seen before: "That's disgusting!" "But darling, you haven't even tried it!" "I don't care, I hate it, I hate it!"