But as in the degrees of sickness thou art to submit to God, so in the kind of it (supposing equal degrees) thou art to be altogether indifferent whether God call thee by a consumption or an asthma, by a dropsy or palsy, by a fever in thy humors, or a fever in your spirits; because all such nicety of choice is nothing but a color to a legitimate impatience, and to make an excuse to murmur privately, and for circumstances, when in the sum of affairs we durst not own impatience.” Jeremy Taylor’s “Holy Dying”, extract from chapter IV. I (The Practice of Patience) para 5.

— Jeremey Taylor

By the end of the affair, she had acquired so much miserable information about men and women she almost decided to give up relationships for good.

— Angela Carter

Death never mattered at those times - in the early days I even used to pray for it: the shattering annihilation that would prevent forever the getting up, the putting on of clothes, the watching her torch trail across to the opposite side of the common like the tail-light of a low car driving away.

— Graham Greene

Eli. . .” I rasped. I lost track of where his kisses landed, where his fingers touched, and grew too comfortable in his arms. “I can’t.”“You can,” he urged, pulling back and grinding my hips against his. Heat quickly rushed to my cheeks. “I have you. I found you, and I’m not letting you go.”“You don’t—” Eli’s mouth crashed down on mine, stealing a kiss, and I freakin’ lost it. His mouth was absolutely sinful and there was nothing gentle about him, either. Eli was out for something good and was determined to get it. Euphoria sliced through my drunken haze and I grinned as I kissed him back. When his hands slid up my dress and his tongue pushed past my teeth, I moaned loudly and wrapped my legs around his waist. Just this. I can do this. Eli’s fingers inched closer to my panties and I threw my head back against the building to catch my breath. Oh, my God. Lights flashed behind my eyes and the red and blue spots showered over me like rain. “I-I have a wedding tomorrow. My friend’s,” I muttered, almost pulling away. To my ears, it didn’t even sound like a coherent sentence.“Cairo, I don’t really care.” Eli glanced up at me from his place between my flushed breasts and leaned in to suck my bottom lip into his mouth.“I’m drunk.”“Good.” His hand beneath my dress tugged, and I heard the audible rip of my panties. “So am I.

— Nadège Richards

Eric waited all his life for love and, in meeting, Tina thought he had it. What he got wasn't quite what he'd dreamed about.

— E.J. Caulder

Even if you love a lady, don't say you will take care of her while someone else is catering for your needs.

— Michael Bassey Johnson

Every affair is a fairy tale or a tragedy.

— Cherie Priest

Everybody wants love but not everyone wants to love.

— J. Limbu

Extra-marital affairs become things of legend… and often the undoing of legends… and mere mortals.

— Cathy Burnham Martin

Father is pleased with your progress. You humans are all the same you know. You’re always refusing just to enjoy the moment you’re in when you don’t understand things. Furthermore, you know just because you don’t understand something doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it. Father gave you all this for a gift. Have fun a little. You are at a royal affair. Maybe you should lighten up.” Really? My life was on hold and an angel was complaining to me that I needed to kick back and relax. Did an angel just tell me to lighten up?

— Anna Aquino