The Book Quote Romantic

"Except when they are touched by love," said Thurnock, "all men are alone."

Personal belongings, jewellery, trinkets, things that a person treasures, take on a sense of the person over time. They contain an echo, if you like, of the person

Slavery puts an end to a woman's "identity crisis," if one may speak so. She needs to search for her "self" no longer. It is pulled forth, stripped, and shown to her. In the collar she will be under no delusions as to what she is. Her position in the society is clear, socially, institutionally, and legally. She is slave.

"He moved with the fluid grace of a hunter closing in, bringing his hands up to frame her face. His palms were large and warm, his thumbs brushing lightly along her cheekbones in a caress that felt profoundly intimate. He loomed over her, providing a sense of enclosure that felt less like a cage and more like a sanctuary."

I was ashamed that I had been brutal with her, but I would not show it. I knew, in my heart, that it had been I, I myself, who had betrayed me, I who had fallen short of the warrior codes, I who had dishonored my own Home Stone, and the blade I bore. It was I who was guilty. Not she.

These Gor books are wild!

The Gorean slave girl addresses all free men as “Master” and all free women as “Mistress.”

"...women are marvelous, but that they are not men, nor should they be; that they are themselves; that they are independent, magnificent creatures; that it takes two sexes for the human race to be whole; and that each is splendid."

Words had power, but words meant nothing if no action followed.

Who stops breathing when they kiss? For real! That's a stupid concept, coming up for air after a kiss! Stop writing this nonsense!

“I didn’t realize how much I need you until I realized I could lose you.”

"On our world," I said, "there is much talk of persons—and little of men and women—and the men are taught that they must not be men and the women are taught that they must not be women."

only the woman who has utterly surrendered—and can utterly surrender—losing herself in a man's touch—can be truly a woman, and being what she is, is then free."

Love never went away. It just was. Once there, love just existed. The threads of it entwined in the fabric of the universe, contributing to a greater tapestry of all that is and ever was.

The only truth in life is that nothing ever stays the same. All we can do is linger in moments, celebrating them for what they are, and learn to move forward with grace.”