Top 200 Chloe Thurlow Quotes (2025 Update)
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101. “Forget the past, it’s gone, but glance back occasionally to remind yourself where you came from and where you are going.”

— Chloe Thurlow

102. “When you dance, your whole body dances, your skin and bones, your soul, The tips of your fingers and the roots of your hair. When you stop dancing you stop living.”

— Chloe Thurlow

103. “First love is a gun that fires a bullet at your heart and when it hits, it turns into a flower and seeps into your blood like pollen.”

— Chloe Thurlow

104. “I have never had more pleasure than riding a horse naked at a fast gallop across an empty landscape. Riding is life. They rest is just pedestrian.”

— Chloe Thurlow

105. “The problem with being a liar is you can never believe anyone else.”

— Chloe Thurlow

106. “Love hurts. First love is excruciating. Like being burned in orange flames and then cast into icy water. Your emotions change from one second to the next. You can’t sleep. You never sleep. First love is a form of dying and being reborn.”

— Chloe Thurlow

107. “The mask in which you choose to disguise yourself uncovers who you subconsciously are or want to be. Masks reveal in the eyes the face that lies hidden as if the mask is a dark glass mirroring your soul.”

— Chloe Thurlow

108. “We make our own destiny, not because we can see the road ahead, but because we cannot see the road ahead. It is the road, the motion, the forward movement, that takes us to ourselves.”

— Chloe Thurlow

109. “Relationships are nine parts intuition, one part madness.”

— Chloe Thurlow

110. “Each clip and zip and fastening, each button and bow, each stretch of elastic as you undress a woman reveals hidden treasure, a clavicle, a shoulder blade, the shadowy line of a breast, a hip bone carved by Michelangelo, the discreet charms and mystery of the navel, a neglected erogenous zone cherished by the Ancient Greeks.”

— Chloe Thurlow

111. “Words hate to waste energy. If you can’t find the right word, don’t look for it. It will find you. The right word at the right time stops wars, cures heartaches, mends bridges, sweeps away barriers.”

— Chloe Thurlow

112. “Little matters much and much doesn’t matter at all.”

— Chloe Thurlow

113. “All fiction is based on fact and moves into fantasy. It is the writer’s task to make the unbelievable believable.”

— Chloe Thurlow

114. “I thought that love would last forever. But nothing is forever. Life is not forever. The only reliable permanence is change. Love hurts because change is painful. Love hurts because love lost is an assault on our ego. We fear that we will fail again and those who live in fear of failure slowly but inevitably fail.”

— Chloe Thurlow

115. “The moment of orgasm is like the first dramatic moment of birth when you draw breath and scream out that you are alive. It is hard to imagine the moment when you fade back into the vacuum and draw your last breath.”

— Chloe Thurlow

116. “There is a moment when dancing when the body defies gravity. This is the moment to strive for.”

— Chloe Thurlow

117. “They say the best things in life are free, and they are if you can afford them.”

— Chloe Thurlow

118. “When one sense is diminished, the others burn more brightly. In a blindfold, you feel every minute motion of his hand as it crosses your body, his fingertips finding secret places, his palm on bare buttocks, his cock nudging at your clitoris.”

— Chloe Thurlow

119. “There was a monster in me that had to be fed by success. There is a monster in us all that has to be fed by something.”

— Chloe Thurlow

120. “If you are open to change and welcome surprise, you know the secret of creativity and the secret of life.”

— Chloe Thurlow

121. “In a mask we are faceless and classless, ageless and anonymous. Masks reveal the primal urge to behave like the beast in rut that leaps on the stranger or waits in the penumbra to be leapt upon.”

— Chloe Thurlow

122. “Love is war. The best tactic in attack is surrender.”

— Chloe Thurlow

123. “Writing is draining. Every word is like lifting a stone and levering it into place. Your head aches, your muscles ache and every word you conjure up is heavier than the last one.”

— Chloe Thurlow

124. “I told her the clitoris is like a Bonsai tree that needs constant tending and the g-spot is an unexplored island waiting to have a flag pinned on its peak. She laughed and said I should be a poet. Then we went to bed and crossed the sheets as if it were a new continent we had just discovered.”

— Chloe Thurlow

125. “Sometimes love is pastel. Sometimes love is black. And sometimes love is fiery red and you feel as if you are going to burn in the flames.”

— Chloe Thurlow

126. “It’s lost time that matters – the time between time – the moments when you forget time and life just happens.”

— Chloe Thurlow

127. “I understood how strangers met and fell into bed, not how they met and fell in love. I wasn’t sure what falling in love meant. The very notion seemed so corny, so arbitrary, so fragile.”

— Chloe Thurlow

128. “Love is the colour of spring sunshine muted through old windows. Love has a taste, a texture – dark chocolate with pistachios; a sound – wind chimes echoing from a distant hill; a rhythm – the tango, obviously.”

— Chloe Thurlow

129. “When I was young, a teen, fresh as a glass of water, my first lover said I should break the mirror and never seek on out again. He was right, of course.”

— Chloe Thurlow

130. “Love hurts. Love is fragile. Love comes like a breath of magic, then departs leaving us feeling empty, alone, a paper cup blowing on the wind.”

— Chloe Thurlow

131. “Is this love? The light looks different. Actually the shade looks different. I feel different. Everything is just so different I don’t know where to begin...”

— Chloe Thurlow

132. “When you feel a snake slither down your spine and your nipples are itchy, when your armpits tingle and your mouth is dry when you see him, that’s first love.”

— Chloe Thurlow

133. “I love book books, real books, books with spines and heart, dust jackets, books that smell of books. Take the frame from a painting and you have a painting, not art. Take the pages from a book and print them on a screen and you have the ghost of a book. Not a book.”

— Chloe Thurlow

134. “Don’t waste time with people who waste time. Time is precious, fragile as a butterfly wing, meaningful as an orgasm.”

— Chloe Thurlow

135. “The definition of a gentleman is a man who enters a revolving door in front of you and exits behind you.”

— Chloe Thurlow

136. “Beautiful girls are not a decoration, arm candy, an object. They are, whether they know it or not, the very essence of our humanity.”

— Chloe Thurlow

137. “There is an erotic charge prising the top from a new lipstick, leaning into the mirror and painting your masterpiece. Lipstick has its own unique taste and lingers on your tongue like semen.”

— Chloe Thurlow

138. “There is a moment after riding when you stop and listen. What you hear is your heartbeat in perfect rhythm with the beat of your horse’s heart. It is a moment of pure magic.”

— Chloe Thurlow

139. “It is in the nest of disappointment where depression lays its eggs.”

— Chloe Thurlow

140. “Depression comes from not accepting the way things are – and seeing no way too change them.”

— Chloe Thurlow

141. “When you succumb to obedience, in an erotic sense, you are not giving away a part of yourself, but seeking something new, something other, within yourself.”

— Chloe Thurlow

142. “The orgasm is humanity’s driving force. Time freezes and there isn’t a feeling of loss, a void, a little death, but a reminder that of all earthly activity, none is more perfect.”

— Chloe Thurlow

143. “When you have your first virgin orgasm it’s like seeing a mirror reflecting all the good things life has in store.”

— Chloe Thurlow

144. “Photographs shape the past in our own image.”

— Chloe Thurlow

145. “You enter a book as if you are setting out on a journey and, if it is a good book, you will be a different person when you reach the end.”

— Chloe Thurlow

146. “When you’re in love, you put a little bit of yourself in everything you cook.”

— Chloe Thurlow

147. “The first time I was spanked I cried. The second time I cried out for more.”

— Chloe Thurlow

148. “Innocence isn’t something we lose, but realise we don’t need.”

— Chloe Thurlow

149. “When you can cross the highwire without falling off, you are in a state of perfect balance, perfect grace. It is the same with obedience. When you submit, submit totally, you enter that same equilibrium, surrender and grace. This is the meaning of erotic.”

— Chloe Thurlow

150. “The way the leaves on the trees tremble in the passing air is the way love reaches you, from all directions at once, mysterious, overwhelming, indescribable. To be in love is to find something you didn’t know was missing.”

— Chloe Thurlow