As he had kissed her neck, she could not repress the feeling she was a lamb making time with a wolf.

Only in art will the lion lie down with the lamb, and the rose grow without thorn.

We made love outdoors—without a roof, I like most, without stove, my favorite place, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and dripping with dew, and...

The green-eyed angel came in less than a half hour and fell docile as a lamb into my arms. We kissed and caressed, I met no resistance when I unlaced the strings to free her...

Sin bites bitter. But oh, the sweet taste of salvation, that stirs the spirit!

And when the Lamb opened the seventh seal, silence coverd the sky

Civilization is the lamb’s skin in which barbarism masquerades.

It’s time to make love, douse the glim; The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together Like birds of a feather, And the loin lies down with the limb.

Evening you gather backall that dazzling dawn has put asunder:you gather a lamb, gather a kid,gather a child to its mother.

All grown-ups were once children… but only few of them remember it.” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Kissing just like she laughs: honest, heartfelt and heartful, she pulls me down as I lift her up , and the hum she gives when my tongue finds hers makes every one of my nerves...

His resiliency was not the resiliency of the dumb but of a lamb who can remember hurt but cannot sustain the anger or the bitterness that brittles the heart.

Apparently, Stephen Hunter does a fantastic barbecue lamb.

You’re a poster boy for sincerity. You have all the guile of a lamb.

The sweet-smelling aroma of the island spices still hung in the air. It filled his nostrils and titillated his appetite all over again. His appetite drove him mad for something much more than food.

In the divine Scriptures, there are shallows and there are deeps; shallows where the lamb may wade, and deeps where the elephant may swim.