Climax Quotes

“Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her.”
― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

“Music is much like fucking, but some composers can't climax and others climax too often, leaving themselves and the listener jaded and spent.”
― Charles Bukowski

“Kaladin screamed, reaching the end of the bridge. Finding a tiny surge of strength somewhere, he raised his spear and threw himself off the end of the wooden platform, launching into the air above the cavernous void.
Bridgemen cried out in dismay. Syl zipped about him with worry. Parshendi looked up with amazement as a lone bridgeman sailed through the air toward them.
His drained, worn-out body barely had any strength left. In that moment of crystallized time, he looked down on his enemies. Parshendi with their marbled red and black skin. Soldiers raising finely crafted weapons, as if to cut him from the sky. Strangers, oddities in carapace breastplates and skullcaps. Many of them wearing beards.
Beards woven with glowing gemstones.
Kaladin breathed in.
Like the power of salvation itself—like rays of sunlight from the eyes of the Almighty—Stormlight exploded from those gemstones. It streamed through the air, pulled in visible streams, like glowing columns of luminescent smoke. Twisting and turning and spiraling like tiny funnel clouds until they slammed into him.
And the storm came to life again.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings

“There were no other vessels in the sound; the big white sports fisherman streaked along like a solitary comet on the surface of the world.”
― Paul A. Barra, Strangers and Sojourners: A Big Percy Pletcher thriller

“Most sexually adventurous women want a man who regards cunnilingus as a basic woman right.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Scraps of memory: this is not how a climax should be written. A climax should surge towards its Himalayan peak; but I am left with shreds, and must jerk towards my crisis like a puppet with broken strings. This is not what I had planned; but perhaps the story you finish is never the one you begin.”
― Salman Rushdie

“When coming to sex: First served, first come.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“...She loses control over her body. Her every nerve ending screams in pleasure as his thick cock throbs inside of her, filling the void with warmth...”
― Vivien Valentine

“When pressed, hunters who claim that they just want “to be out in the wilderness,” will admit that the kill is essential—or at least the hope of a kill. As it turns out, there is no correlation between hunting and hiking, climbing, backpacking, kayaking, or any other outdoor activity. Hunters do not purposefully linger in the woods after a kill, but quickly begin the process of preparing to head home with the corpse. For hunters, the kill is the climax—the most important moment. They are not driving into the woods (or sometimes actually walking) for the sake of beauty, but in the hope of a kill.”
― Lisa Kemmerer, Speaking Up for Animals: An Anthology of Women's Voices

“Only half way in, he begins to feel her body’s warmth as never before...”
― Bat Maxwell, The Color of Honey

“The morning brought the crisis of my life. But it was not anything that I could have conceived of in my wildest imaginings.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

“The universe cannot slide into stasis. It must reach a climax and then begin again. The universe is orgasmic, not “happy”, not “tranquil”. Its job is to achieve peaks, not plateaus and flatlines. If you have peaks, you necessarily have troughs. This really is a rollercoaster ride. It’s inevitable. It’s built into reality. Existence is made of sinusoids, the archetypal rollercoasters, permanently cycling between peaks and troughs. If God is the ultimate peak (zero mental entropy), the Big Bang is the ultimate trough (maximum mental entropy). Do you have the courage and fortitude to be a God? Remember, it’s a rollercoaster ride. You must be ready for the troughs. There are as many snakes as ladders. Everyone’s trying to drag you down.”
― Thomas Stark, The Stairway to Consciousness: The Birth of Self-Awareness from Unconscious Archetypes

“Hell is just the climax of a life of suffering.”
― Jaime Tenorio Valenzuela

“They collided, and rolled toward the precipice. Loose rocks shifted beneath them, causing a small avalanche that carried the two ragged enemies plunging off the edge towards the abyss below.”
― C.G. Faulkner, Unreconstructed

“Yes, orgasm can be an incredible feeling that allows you to fully take advantage of your anatomy and surrender to all the joys that can lead up to your climax. But whether you orgasm at all or you have multiple orgasms during sex, it’s just part of the pleasure-filled journey—not the culmination or result.”
― Elle Chase, Curvy Girl Sex: 101 Body-Positive Positions to Empower Your Sex Life

“It is the long still moment of dreamy suspended passion before the spinning clutching descent.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Nice and the Good

“Look at me," she ordered softly as she leaned her head against the wall behind her.
Slowly, he obeyed. Lifting his lashes, he gazed into her eyes. "Keep looking at me, Rohan." She held his stare as he continued making love to her. "I love you. God, I love you, past all reason." She felt him trembling with emotion, but she needed him to know here and now that this was not a liaison with just anyone.
This time, he was with someone who loved him beyond the point of all reckoning. A woman who'd fight for him, who, she feared, would even die for him, gladly, if it came down to it. "Yes," she breathed as she petted him, soothing away his grief. "Give it all to me, darling. I can take it. I know who you are."
She saw the torment and the heavy haze of pleasure in his eyes, still holding his stormy gaze as he reached his climax.
He held her in a crushing embrace, looking helplessly into her eyes as he filled her body with the life-giving liquid of his seed. His massive thrusts in release caressed her core so deeply that she, too, achieved her climax, succumbing to the mind-melting wonder of their total union.”
― Gaelen Foley, My Dangerous Duke

“Watching Nesta climax had been as close to a religious experience as Cassian had ever had.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Jos helvetti on olemassa, niin minun kohdallani se on alkanut jo maan päällä. Jos helvetti on olemassa, niin minun kohdallani se tulee olemaan tämmöistä, tuonpuoleisessa, haudantakaisessa maailmassa.
Jos helvetti on olemassa ja sinne joudutaan synnin vuoksi, joudun minä olemaan siellä runkkaamisen vuoksi.
Minä joudun runkkaamaan siellä ikuista runkkiaja hekuman huippu tapahtuu tuomiopäivänä. Perkeleen perkele!”
― Kalervo Palsa

“Nuestro mayor error en todo el mundo es nuestra insistencia en considerar cada nuevo acontecimiento como una culminación o un clímax.”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“Where was I?

Who was I?

What was I?

… And for a long time Fintan took it just like that. Giving them nothing. And it was horrible and incredible and it all piled up on me, squashing me in, forcing me down, until something cracked and all in one moment it was like everything landed. All the birds landed. The sunlight landed. The song landed. All the decent things in him landed. On me. On my head. And I knew where I was, and who I was, and what I was. Yes, what I am. And it was just like he said. What I laughed at him for. It was like the sun and moon going through me. I was charged …”
― Tim Winton, The Shepherd's Hut

“Don’t you see it Jaxie Clackton, you are an instrument of God.’ ‘Oh, I said, you mad fucker. You been out under the moon too long.”
― Tim Winton, The Shepherd's Hut

“When pressed, hunters who claim that they just want “to be out in the wilderness,” will admit that the kill is essential—or at least the hope of a kill. As it turns out, there is no correlation between hunting and hiking,
climbing, backpacking, kayaking, or any other outdoor activity. Hunters do not purposefully linger in the woods after a kill, but quickly begin the process of preparing to head home with the corpse. For hunters, the kill is the climax—the most important moment. They are not driving into the woods (or sometimes actually walking) for the sake of beauty, but in the hope of a kill. The kill can be likened to male orgasm. Sex is traditionally thought to be over when the man has an orgasm, and the hunt is never so decisively over as it is after a successful kill. As a teacher, I impatiently listened to a young man matter-of-factly defend the importance of hunting because he found the experience “orgasmic.” From his point of view, all that mattered was how exciting and wonderful the experience was for him. The “side affects” of the man’s preferred action—the experience of the deer (and the woman)—are deemed to be so irrelevant that
they are not even mentioned.”
― Lisa Kemmerer, Speaking Up for Animals: An Anthology of Women's Voices

“I told Chris [Farley] and the writers, "Look. Whatever you do, the one thing to remember is: don't start from the ending [of the "van down by the river" sketch]. Start from the beginning, so that you have somewhere to go." Almost every time Chris did that sketch after I left SNL, he started by breaking the table.

I just became one of those dangerous examples of becoming addicted to the big laugh. You become addicted as a performer to that big moment, and you ask yourself, Why am I not just doing my big thing that gets the big reaction? Why am I not just standing up there and doing that?”
― Bob Odenkirk

“I told Chris [Farley] and the writers, "Look. Whatever you do, the one thing to remember is: don't start from the ending [of the "van down by the river" sketch]. Start from the beginning, so that you have somewhere to go." Almost every time Chris did that sketch after I left SNL, he started by breaking the table.

It just became one of those dangerous examples of becoming addicted to the big laugh. You become addicted as a performer to that big moment, and you ask yourself, Why am I not just doing my big thing that gets the big reaction? Why am I not just standing up there and doing that?”
― Bob Odenkirk

“Finally, he opened his eyes, and they
grew wide.
In front of him was the machine, and
beside it, knelt Wild, smirking as he tinkered
with something in his hands.
He was in the park in front of his
home. He’d know it anywhere.
They were back to where it all began.”
― Maheen Salman Ahmad, To Where It All Began: Where There is Family, There is Hope

“The new angle hits a deep spot, and I fall forward, barely able to contain myself. My lips land on his, cutting him off. I start to kiss him until I've got no more air in my lungs.
I direct my hand down low to that spot that's been on fire ever since I straddled Callum. Right now it's begging, pleading for attention. I move my hand softly at first, swirling a slow rhythm until the heat morphs into pressure.
Callum's eyes fall to where my hand is. "Yes. Just like that," he growls.
Faster and faster I swirl until every blink gives way to blurry vision. Then it comes.
Through all the convulsing, all the whimpering, all the panting, one thing is clear: this climax is perfection, and the reason why is because it's with Callum.
He holds me up as I thrash against him, refusing to let himself break until I've gotten mine. When I come down, his body tenses, his jaw bulges, and his eyes go hazy. But somehow he's still got me. His muscled arms shroud me like a warm blanket. Under them, I'm safe. Under him, everything is perfect.”
― Sarah Smith, Simmer Down

“As we scream into each other’s mouths, my body succumbs. There’s no turning back. This is the moment when we both break—beautifully, purposefully.”
― Alessa Kelly, Hold Me Forever

“Sam was too good for my self-control, and he sent me onto a bullet train to Climaxville way ahead of schedule. Premature isn’t just for guys, and I was embarrassingly too quick.”
― Alessa Kelly, Montana's Bravest

“A writer deserves a grand finale, a climax. Not this shit, not hovering in this purgatorial slowness, a fucked up astral projection experience peering down at the mess I've become.”
― Daniel Ruczko, Pieces of a Broken Mind