Quotes About Passion

He kissed the spot where her neck and shoulder joined. The first kiss was light and chaste. With the second kiss, he used his teeth to hold her still while the tip of his tongue caressed and tasted her skin. He could feel her heart pounding, feel each breathy pant. Leaving a trail of soft kisses up her neck, he finally whispered in her ear, "You're not too young anymore.

It's a romantic novel," Jaenelle said in a small voice as he called in his half-moon glasses and started idly flipping the pages. "A couple of women in a bookseller's shop kept talking about it." Romance. Passion. Sex. He suppressed—barely—the urge to leap to his feet and twirl her around the room. A sign of emotional healing? Please, sweet Darkness, please let it be a sign of healing.

She was young, healthy, stronger than she'd ever been. And she was in love with him. She'd fallen in love with a man who challenged the world to take him on, sometimes with laughing, boyish enthusiasm and other times as a warrior born and trained to kill. She could do this for him. Would do this for him.

És o meu sopro, a minha vida, o meu coração

You are my breath, my life, my heart.' " Saetan smiled. "Does that say enough?" Tears stung his eyes. "That says everything.

Some men die for lack of love…some die because of it. Think about it." - Daemon

She was the most painful, most glorious dance of his life

In our romantic groves I adored her like a divinity.

My love is such that rivers cannot quench

You may think it all very fine, Mr. Huntingdon, to amuse yourself with rousing my jealousy; but take care you don't rouse my hate instead. And when you have once extinguished my love, you will find it no easy matter to kindle it again.

What are we made of but hunger and rage?

Humans in love are terrible. You see them come hungering at one another like prehistoric wolves, you see something struggling for life in between them like a root or a soul and it flares for a moment, then they smash it. The difference between them smashes the bones out. So delicate the bones.

You are a person in love with the impossible

Lava bread makes you passionate.

Sappho begins with a sweet apple and ends in infinite hunger.

I will not stop singing the Muses who set me dancing.

Who ever desires what is not gone? No one. The Greeks were clear on this. They invented eros to express it.

Jealousy is a dance in which everyone moves, for it is the instability of the emotional situation that preys upon a jealous lover's mind.

No accident of the body can make it stop burning.

stolen my reasoning mind" (Theognis 1271). Eros is expropriation. He robs the body of limbs, substance, integrity and leaves the lover, essentially, less. This

El deseo duplicado es amor y el amor duplicado es locura.

Outside the dark pink air was already hot and alive with cries.

los celos pueden comerse un corazón hasta el centro

Heart beating inside mine as she presses into his arms in the high blue room.