#sensual

What is classical music if not the epitome of sensuality, passion, and understated erotica that popular music, even with all of its energy and life, cannot even begin to touch? ↗

— Lara St. John

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The Company of Wolves is about how society teaches young women to look at themselves, and what to be afraid of. It's about a girl learning that the world of sensuality and the unknown is not to be feared, that it's worth getting your teeth into. ↗

— Neil Jordan

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The act of conducting in itself, of waving my arms in the air and being in charge, I didn't miss. I missed the sensual pleasure of being in contact with music. ↗

— Esa-Pekka Salonen

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Wit as an instrument of revenge is as infamous as art is as a means of sensual titillation. ↗

— Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

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I will always admit immediately to what's obvious, which is that Homo sapiens is inherently erotic or inherently sensual from birth. ↗

— Jock Sturges

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But the truth is that Homo sapiens is a sensual species. I think all species are, to one degree or another. ↗

— Jock Sturges

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The truth is that from birth on we are, to one extent or another, a fairly sensual species. ↗

— Jock Sturges

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No words. Just my finger pointing in silence. My finger silently saying, ’Unwrap me, darling. ↗

— James Lusarde

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Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body lives. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

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Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon, dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light, what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars? What primal night does Man touch with his senses? Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars, through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain: Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity, your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages, and a genital fire, transformed by delight, slips through the narrow channels of blood to precipitate a nocturnal carnation, to be, and be nothing but light in the dark. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

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