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“Polly Jean, I love you. I love the texture of your skin, the taste of your saliva, the softness of your ears. I love every inch and every part of your entire body. From your toes and the beautifully curved arches of your feet, to the exceptional shade and warmth of your dark hair. I need you in my life, I hope you need me too.”

Needs Body Dark Feet Love You Hair Taste Skins Ears Warmth Shade Inches Toes Exceptional Need You Texture Softness Arches I Need You Dark Hair Saliva

Author:Nick Cave

“You who are dead ... tonight you will disport yourselves for my pleasure. Food and wine will pass between your dead lips, though you will not taste it. Your dead stomachs will hold it within you, while your dead feet take the measure of a dance. Your dead mouths will speak words that will have no meaning to you, and you will embrace one another without pleasure. You will sing for me if I wish it. You will lie down again when I will it.... Let the revelry begin.”

Ifs Lying Speak Wish Pleasure Feet Taste Mouths Wine Embrace Lips Tonight Within You Food And Wine Revelry

Author:Roger Zelazny

“We got email today from an LGF reader who was browsing the Lexis research system and discovered that anti-American, anti-capitalist icon Noam Chomsky has embarrassingly capitalist tastes; among other expensive property he owns a 36,155 square foot home near Cambridge, a 13,503 square foot vacation home, and four boats. And we won't even mention the cars. Teaching kids to hate their own country seems to pay quite well.”

“True taste is forever growing, learning, reading, worshipping, laying its hand upon its mouth because it is astonished, casting its shoes from off its feet because it finds all ground holy.”

Hands Reading Forever Growing Feet Holy Taste Mouths Shoes Casting

Book:Of ideas of beauty

Source: Of ideas of beauty

“Who bides his time tastes the sweet Of honey in the saltiest tear; And though he fares with slowest feet Joy runs to meet him drawing near.”

Running Joy Difficult Feet Tears Sweet Taste Drawing Honey Difficult Days

Author:James Whitcomb Riley

“Poetical taste is the only magician whose wand is not broken. No hand, except its own, can dissolve the fabric of beauty in which it dwells. Genii, unknown to Arabian fable, wait at the portal. Whatever is most precious from the loom or the mine of fancy is poured at its feet. Love, purified by contemplation, visits and cheers it; unseen musicians are heard in the dark; it is Psyche in the palace of Cupid.”

Hands Poetry Waiting Dark Heard Feet Mines Broken Taste Musician Contemplation Fancy Cheer Fabric Unseen Magician Palaces Fables Wands Portal Cupid Arabian

Book:Pleasures, Objects, and Advantages of Literature

Source: Pleasures, Objects, and Advantages of Literature

“I reveled in the smallness, the coziness of an upstairs bedroom in a traditional American Cape Cod house the half-floor that forces you to duck, to feel small and naive again, ready for anything, dying for love, your body a chimney filled with odd, black smoke. These square, squat, awkward rooms are like a fifty-square-foot paean to teenage-hood, to ripeness, to the first and last taste of youth.”

“Be humble as the blade of grass that is being trodden underneath the feet. The little ant tastes joyously the sweetness of honey and sugar. The mighty elephant trembles in pain under the agony of sharp goad”

Littles Pain Feet Taste Humble Grass Honey Sugar Agony Elephants Sweetness Blades Ants Be Humble Blades Of Grass

Author:Sivananda

“As Rilke observed, love requires a progressive shortening of the senses: I can see you for miles; I can hear you for blocks, I can smell you, maybe, for a few feet, but I can only touch on contact, taste as I devour”

I Can Feet Taste Smell Miles Senses Contact Block Progressive

Book:On Being Blue: A Philosophical Inquiry

Source: On Being Blue: A Philosophical Inquiry

“There I go being critical again. Does a man have to stand on one foot and juggle for me to consider him entertaining? What am I looking for? A knight?...No, knights are all polished and shiny. I think my taste runs to something with a bit of tarnish and maybe a few scratches. Someone who can make me laugh and cry and make me angry and make my knees tremble when he touches me.”

Thinking Men Doe Running Bits Laughing Feet Cry Taste Angry Critical Knees Entertaining Scratches Knights Polished Make Me Laugh Touch Me Make Me Angry

Book:The Heart's Victory

Source: The Heart's Victory

“I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet." At that he smiled. "How would you know what feet taste like?" "I just know.”

Knows Hate Stuff Feet Taste I Hate

Book:Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instrument Series (4 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels

Source: Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instrument Series (4 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels

“Standing Here My entire world far beneath my feet, I should be filled with pride. Instead, I feel overwhelmed by a sense of defeat. Suddenly it comes to me, toes tempted to test the ledge, that there is a way out of this. Clam surety flows through my veins, and as I turn to wave good-bye, I wonder if it will hurt or if a single person will cry at my funeral. I take a deep breath, a final taste of sweet mountain air. I conjure Leona, Emily. Move my feet closer. Closer There's Grandma One, Grandma Two, and their spouses, waiting for me. I see Dad. Cara. Mommy. I screw up my courage, step over”

“The realization that my problem was one that concerned all men, a problem of living and thinking, suddenly swept over me and I was overwhelmed by fear and respect as I suddenly saw and felt how deeply my own personal life and opinions were immersed in the eternal stream of great ideas. Though it offered some confirmation and gratification, the realization was not really a joyful one. It was hard and had a harsh taste because it implied responsibility and no longer being allowed to be a child; it meant standing on one’s own feet.”