#forbidden

The bill would ban human cloning, and any attempts at human cloning, for both reproductive purposes and medical research. Also forbidden is the importing of cloned embryos or products made from them. ↗

— Ken Calvert

#any #attempts #ban #bill #both

If you want something, have it. If you feel like it's forbidden, you'll want it even more. Whenever I have a craving, I go and have it and just make sure I don't have it again the next day. ↗

— Jerry Ferrara

#craving #day #even #feel #forbidden

It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets. ↗

— Voltaire

#forbidden #kill #large #large numbers #numbers

Merrill Hartweiss scales a rocky incline toward Renna. The noon sun bakes the hillside as Merrill's boots dig into the broiling sands. Yet another gypsy tune enters his head. It starts off slowly. A lone guitar, its strings strummed with the lustful passion of a young man brushing his fingertips softly against the breasts of his lover. Another guitar joins, like a second hand, exploring her hot flesh, stroking the side of her bare abdomen, and gradually moving upward toward her chest. Then, a female voice joins the guitars; it is slightly raspy, yet sultry; filled with a fiery allure. The guitars pick up in intensity and tempo. There is a rhythmic clapping now, in synchronization with the strumming. The man has entered his lover. Sweat begins to form on Merrill's forehead, then quickly turns to vapor, dissipating into the blistering heat from the sunlight reflecting off the sands. Steady clapping, louder still. The tempo quickens, progressively and with a vigorous intensity. The man arches his back, cresting then falling; cresting, arching, rising and falling deeper again and again into his lover. The clapping, now faster, still rhythmic, but so much more intense. The guitars keep pace with increasing ferocity. In the woman's voice, short, quick breaths form words as she cries out her lover's name from deep within the throes of a forbidden love ↗

— Angel Rosa

#forbidden-love #love

He pressed his lips against hers and closing his own eyes, ignoring the pain in his side, and the uncertainty in his chest he mouthed, ‘I love my Princess. I love my Jocelyn. Love you and only you from now until forever. ↗

— Julia Keaton

#forbidden #julia-keaton #love

There is no pretending",Jace said with absolute clarity."I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there's a life after that,I'll love you then." She caught her breath.He had said it-the words there was no going back from. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#forbidden-love #i-love-you #jace-wayland #love #true-love

Delight is délice, délit is a misdemeanour' 'Well, it's bloody close...' 'Well, they often are.... ↗

— Alan Hollinghurst

#forbidden-fruit #french #sin #beauty

There’s such a thing as being irritatingly ethical,” said Eldric. “That’s you, right now.” That’s a pleasant change. Witches are rarely accused of being irritatingly ethical. “I’ve swigged.” I handed the bottle to Eldric. “Or is it swug?” “Swug,” said Eldric. “It is in bad-boy circles, at least.” He swug. “It tastes much better outside church.” “It’s the picnic principle,” I said. “Things taste better outdoors. And if it’s a forbidden thing, so much the better. ↗

— Franny Billingsley

#forbidden-things #change

Some people call it the world of dreams, but it is as real as anything else....'" Jenny ↗

— L.J. Smith

#dreams

Forbidden fruit is always very intriguing...though never as tasty as one imagined it would be. ↗

— Claudy Conn

#tasty #imagination