Quotes About Passion

Desire is no light thing.

What you ask is madness. But I adore a mad escapade

All I know is that I can never see him enough. I can never kiss him enough. There isn't enough of him in the world. I'll always be on a quest for one more look from him, one more laugh.

Belief needs something terrible to make it work, I find-- blood, nails, a bit of anguish.

If you truly love a book, you should sleep with it, write in it, read aloud from it, and fill its pages with muffin crumbs.

I have never been able to resist a book about books.

their kids in hockey, soccer, and judo. Girls are now passionate about ballroom dancing and tango,

I want to marry you for only one reason—I'm madly, deeply, irrevocably in love with you. More than I ever knew was possible.

You'll know your heart's been set aflame by the fire of revival when nothing else matters to you as much as He does — and your love for Him.

That's what it means to be out of your mind. To let yourself be carried away by a dream. To give it room, let it grow wild and thick, until it overruns you.

I have never desired any woman as I desire you... and I shall not rest until you're mine.

Quite frankly, I didn't become an actor to become a movie star. I have never dreamed about being the most famous person on the planet. I just want to do really good work.

I wrote "David" because it seemed to me that children, who can love a book more passionately than any grown person, got such a lot of harmless entertainment and not enough real, valuable literature.

I suppose I will just have to make sure that I marry someone I look forward to curling around every morning. Whom I can't be without before breakfast. Or in the noon. Whom I need to race home to see after each appointment. Determined to lock her in my rooms, not because I need to hide anything but because I'd just as soon have her all to myself. To look upon her beloved face and hear her lips whisper in my ear.

That if he were killed in the next few weeks, it would assuredly be near her. At her feet, in her bed. Inside of her. Unfortunately, that last thought just made him think that if he had to choose his final moments, being inside Charlotte would really be the way to go.

Yes, I think I like all of those images. I can see your head thrown back and that long, smooth neck exposed to me in all of them.' His finger trailed down the side of her throat. 'Your eyes are becoming even more smoky and sensual, Marietta. From the inside out now, rather than the outside in. Shall we see what happens when the knowledge blooming there becomes a large, petaled rose?

Even should I wither from lack of food, lack of drink. I would be happy to exist solely on the feel of your lips against mine, I think.

Who wills, Can. Who tries, Does. Who loves, Lives.

You've tormented my dreams and tortured my days. I hear your voice in other women's voices. The scent of your hair teases my senses…a memory I can't expunge. You haunt me, coming between me and my work and my pleasures, and so I'm going to exorcise you. I'm going to take you, to satiate myself with you until I no longer want you. Since you won't come to me freely, you'll come to me under duress, but come to me you will.

I think it's a terrible thing to write and not enjoy it. It's a sad thing. But of course a lot of people do work because they need to eat. And we all need to eat, but that's not the only reason to work. You couldn't have paid me not to write.

Beauty is a simple passion,but, oh my friends, in the endyou will dance the fire dance in iron shoes.

And tonight our skin, our bones, that have survived our fathers, will meet, delicate in the hold, fastened together in an intricate lock. Then one of us will shout, "My need is more desperate!" and I will eat you slowly with kisses even though the killer in you has gotten out.

The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.

I burn the way money burns.