Quotes About Passion

You'll marry me," he said in a rough voice. If they hadn't just kissed as if the world ended, she'd think he was angry. She tipped her chin up and spoke defiantly. "Yes." Charlotte waited for him to say he was pleased, but he still looked as if he poised on the edge of a cliff. A cliff with hungry crocodiles snapping below. "Soon?" he growled. "Tomorrow if I could." "Good." He

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. "O-open...?" He took advantage and claimed her, sliding his tongue into the interior. She made a sound of surprise and tried to back off. "No." "Bella, don't be afraid.

I want to know you're mine," he grated. "Of course I'm yours." She heard the despair in her voice. If he only knew how true those words were. "When I'm inside you, like this, I know that." His unexpected vulnerability breached her barriers against revealing her love. "It's always true," she confessed, pressing upward, frustration fizzing in her blood. "Make me believe it.

Do you want me?" he growled, rubbing his cheek against hers like a lion greeting his mate. And still his huge, throbbing power filled her. "More than life itself," she admitted. He

humanity, gunpowder, and blood. And felt

Cat people, you see, don't just have cats; they're somewhere between somewhat and fully obsessed with those cats. You can identify cat people sometimes by the fact that their friends can't help but know the names of their cats for the simple reason that cat people are always telling stories about these cats.

As long as she is talented enough and passionate about doing it herself then I will be happy and support her. I think I will be sensible - my parents said I could only do it if I got my education and so I had something to fall back on.

We don't catch hold of an idea, rather the idea catches hold of us and enslaves us and whips us into the arena so that we, forced to be gladiators, fight for it.

Si tu tiens vraiment à quelque chose dans la vie, eh bien, fais ce qu'il faut pour ne pas le perdre.

Quand je bois, je bois trop, quand je fume, je me bousille, quand j'aime, je perds la raison et quand je travaille, je me tue...Je ne sais rien faire normalement sereinement, je... - Et quand tu détestes? - Ça je sais pas... - Je croyais que tu me détestais, moi? - Pas encore, sourit-elle, pas encore...Tu verras quand ça arrivera...Tu verras la différence...

The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples...

I tried to divert myself by reading, and I think my love for books which presently grew into a passion had its inception in that monotonous succession of day after day without a break in the suspense which held me like a hand upon my throat.

Oh the hunger in his stare!

People like to make fun of the fans who camp out but people have renaissance fairs people do Civil War re-enactments people do what they like. I'm tired of hearing people rage on the fans. If you don't like 'Twilight ' don't buy a ticket.

The most characteristic mark of a great mind is to choose some one important object, and pursue it for life.

You can hate a person with your whole body, but love is a stubborn thing, it clings on in your heart.

Come on, Lizbet, that man adores you, he worships your body with his eyes.

It's great to have the freedom to enjoy your work and not feel like you're leaving your other life behind.

Although one may fail to find happiness in theatrical life, one never wishes to give it up after having once tasted its fruits.

Think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion, as it ought to be lived.

those of us who read because we love it more than anything, who feel about bookstores the way some people feel about jewelers...

Shakespeare is all big themes, like the most amazing love, or the most scary war.

Nothing made her want to strip a man naked more than knowing he had good ideas

Yes, I am," he said softly. "That's the way I was. That's the way I could be again." He shook his head as he raised his hand, his fingertips touching her hair. "I want to be your lover. I chose to be your lover. That makes all the difference. Being in bed with you is like soaring on a sweet wind. I chose to be your lover, Marian . . . just as you chose to be mine.