Quotes About Passion

Poetry is my life, my postmark, my hands, my kitchen, my face.

When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do.

It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious

The boys and girls are one tonight. They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies. They take off shoes. They turn off the light. The glimmering creatures are full of lies. They are eating each other. They are overfed. At night, alone, I marry the bed.

I never seemed to like the spring for what it was; I always loved it for what it might have been. In the head. In the heart of hearts. It is in my ability, I think, to love something fully only if I am naturally, compulsively, irrationally drawn to it.

Probably I am a fool…most poets are fools…but for some reason I love faith, but have none.

No. Not really red, but the color of a rose when it bleeds.

Darling, the composer has stepped into fire.

It was also my violent heart that broke.

June and July? These are the months we call Boiling Water.

I am mad the way young girls are mad, with an offering, an offering.

To die whole, riddled with nothing but desire for it, is like breakfast after love.

and she wore gowns as lovely as kisses…

She owns her own hunger.

I ate you up. All my need took you down like a meal.

I want to bite, I want to chew, I want to eat you up.

I burn like money burns.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

Poets should ignore most criticism and get on with making poetry.

He pulled her back, off balance so that she fell against him, and he took her face in his two hands and held it very still while his eyes looked down into hers. Somber, truthful, painfully honest. "I love you, Chloe," he said. "Which is the most dangerous thing I could do.

If this were a different time, a different place, I would take you to bed with me and make love to you for days.

She froze. He reached up and took her hand in his, pulling the knife away, making her drop it on the floor. "Show me how much you hate me," he whispered against her mouth. "Prove it to me.

If you lust after someone and have an absurd and overwhelming need to protect them, then the best way to deal with the situation is to marry the person.

You know as well as I do, damn you. Like it or not I seem to have grown a heart. I have absolutely no use for the damned thing, but there it sits, demanding Elinor. I can't live without her.