The Bible and several other self help or enlightenment books cite the Seven Deadly Sins. They are: pride, greed, lust, envy, wrath, sloth, and gluttony. That pretty much covers everything that we do, that is sinful... or fun for that matter.
It is a monstrous thing that I will say, but I will say it all the same: I find in many things more restraint and order in my morals than in my opinions, and my lust less depraved than my reason.
I wanted the press to become something of a movement. Not a movement committed to a particular "ism," but a gathering together of writers with an aesthetic approach to literature and with a lust for excellence.
Men of vision. Oh, I love the fine names men give each other to hide their greed and lust for adventure.
My reasons for declaring a sexual preference had to do less with the pursuit of personal freedom than with the lust for pure shock value.
Society drives people crazy with lust and calls it advertising.
Christian morality prefers remorse to precede lust, and then lust not to follow.
Neither do thou lust after that tawny weed tobacco.
The more we are filled with thoughts of lust the less we find true romantic love.
The flesh endures the storms of the present alone; the mind, those of the past and future as well as the present. Gluttony is a lust of the mind.
Curiosity is the lust of the mind.
There is a lust in man no charm can tame: Of loudly publishing his neighbor's shame: On eagles wings immortal scandals fly, while virtuous actions are born and die.
The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.
There are many who lust for the simple answers of doctrine or decree. They are on the left and right. They are not confined to a single part of the society. They are terrorists of the mind.
Let us all be brave enough to die the death of a martyr, but let no one lust for martyrdom.