#forbidden

But what was there to say? Only that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at the base of a lovely throat. Only that a hard honey-colored shoulder had a semicircle of teethmarks on it. Only that they held each other close, long after it was over. Only that what they shared that night was not happiness, but hideous grief. Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much. ↗

— Arundhati Roy

#forbidden #grief #happiness #inspirational #laws

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

Do not share the knowledge with which you have been blessed with everyone in general, as you do with some people in particular; and know that there are some men in whom Allah, may He he glorified, has placed hidden secrets, which they are forbidden to reveal. ↗

— Ali ibn Abi Talib

#been #blessed #everyone #forbidden #general

I'm forbidden fruit. Once you go to certain households, mommy doesn't want you to see that dirty man who sticks his tongue out and spits out blood and all that stuff. ↗

— Gene Simmons

#certain #dirty #forbidden #fruit #go

Things forbidden have a secret charm. ↗

— Tacitus

#forbidden #secret #things

I myself believe that there will one day be time travel because when we find that something isn't forbidden by the over-arching laws of physics we usually eventually find a technological way of doing it. ↗

— David Deutsch

#believe #day #doing #eventually #find

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have. ↗

— Tabitha Suzuma

#heartbreak #lover-mine #maya #heartbreak

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins.My sin,my soul.Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap,at three,on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo,plain Lo,in the morning,standing four feet ten in one sock. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#disgust #forbidden #inspirational #life #love

My last conscious thought was of my biggest mistake- not the boy beside me, but the one i could never have. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#alexandra #forbidden-love #love