Quotes About Passion

A town loved with bitter love.

You alone were my fate, I would have done anything for you.

I have never been able to draw a line between work and pleasure.

There was nothing on any of the canvasses that she would have liked to hide or conceal, nor was she ashamed of being thus exposed through her work, good or bad though it might be, the essence, the unique flavour of days when she had been happily engrossed in recreating a face or a garment, in inventing an effective light, in applying an expressive glaze.

She's the stuff that lava is made of, not rain.

He'd stared into her eyes, dark with confusion and unwilling passion, and for one stark, horrible instant, he'd wished to be that different man. He'd wished to be worthy of her.

I want you to want me the way I want you. I want you to come to me and tell me that. Then I want you to show me it's true. - Duke Kylemore to Verity Ashton -

You love me," he said slowly, wonderingly. Then with greater certainty, "By God, you love me." His astonished laugh ended on a choked note as he snatched her hand. "So much," she said huskily. Her fingers curled hard around his. "So very, very much.

You're breathtakingly exciting. You've turned my nights to fire. You've lit my whole world with flame.

Open your mouth, tesoro." He angled her face higher. "Open your mouth for me." At his raw demand, her eyes flared wide. For a drunken moment, he drowned in glorious brown, rich, autumnal, sensual.

He couldn't get enough of that luscious mouth, of her tangy flavor.

Giles kissed her again, hard and furious. As if he hated her. He'd been in love for years, yet he'd never realized love could be like this. Like someone struck him with a club over and over again. Like fire devouring him. Sweet and terrible. Painful and fierce.

She swallowed, sent him a wild look, and rushed out. The slam of the door echoed through the empty corridor as she collapsed breathless against the wall outside his room. In a futile attempt to quiet her galloping heart, she pressed one trembling hand to her heaving chest. What in Hades must Lyle make of her bizarre behavior? He must think her raving mad. Right now, she was inclined to agree. Charlotte

Hell," he whispered. He swept her into his arms and leaned down to claim those plump, glistening lips. Her glorious taste thundered through him. Salty and tart like a mixture of green apples and the sea. He discovered without any real surprise that he'd craved the flavor of Charlotte Warren all his life. For

We have to convince Monks and Filey we're lovers. I mean only to sleep here. You have my word you're safe from my advances." Surprisingly, that full mouth quirked into a wry smile. "So we lie like Tristan and Yseult with a sword between us?" Hard as it was, hard as he was , he couldn't help smiling at the absurd image. "I find myself currently embarrassed of a sword." He didn't say that, in the legend, the sword had proven no barrier to passion. He was in enough trouble.

Because nothing but annihilation would stop him wanting Serena. Even then, he'd probably come back and haunt her.

Her glance fell on the door to the library. Not even Paul's greatest admirer would call him a bookish man. This was her best bet for avoiding him. She whisked into the room and whirled to close the door, when she glanced up to see Giles a few steps behind her. With a shuddering gasp, she faltered back as he strode forward and shut them inside. Alone. Neither spoke a word as he seized her with ruthless hands and swept her into his arms.

He forced himself to sound careless, no matter that her proximity stirred his senses so powerfully. The sun flooding through the window lit rich colors in her opulent hair. Flax. Gold. Auburn.

He was looking at her. At her... there . She couldn't mistake the unalloyed yearning on his face as he knelt between her white thighs. It should disgust her. He should disgust her. But the idea of him seeing that hidden part of her made her shake with raw excitement.

He curled one arm around Caro's slender waist and took her gloved hand in his, and his heart leaped with an excitement he hadn't felt since he was a stripling. It was humiliating. It was disturbing. It was unacceptable. And after this long enchantment, he acknowledged that it was inescapable.

She clenched into climax, clutching at him, imperiously demanding he stay inside her. Still he rode her. Taking her higher into blinding pleasure. The blazing rapture sent her reeling. At the peak, she called out his name. This time when her passage gripped him, she held on until he joined the glorious conflagration. She milked him until he was spent. Even then quivers of ecstasy shook her.

Love, it seemed, made beasts of men. How wise he'd been to avoid it all these years.

Her hair was a tangle. Her filthy clothes would make any self-respecting debutante shriek in horror. Dirt streaked her piquant face. And still he thought she was utterly irresistible. He was in a bad way indeed. Several

He wanted her. He loved her. He had no idea where he stood with her. The thought of riding away tomorrow felt like someone scraped out his liver with a blunt knife. Lyle