Quotes About Passion

I hate to tell you, dragon, but that's an integral part of the whole usiness," he whispered. "If you're afraid to touch me then we're not going to get very far." She lifted her head to look at him. "I thought I could lie back and let you ravish me," she said with complete honesty. He shook his head, the smile hovering around his lips, his eyes intent. "This is a cooperative effort, my love. You have to do your part.

Jesus, woman!" he snapped. "When did we have to become Romeo and Juliet?

She threw herself eagerly into the paths of unsuitable men.

All art requires courage.

Something rose in Oscar's chest, like a flower blossoming all at once. It grew until it filled him and threatened to spill over everywhere. The words [he] spoke touched a longing so deep Oscar hadn't even known it was there.

There'll be no keeping Chickie from dancing, or dancing from Chickie. It will feed her and gnaw away at her, and in the end it will pull her away. For once a child has an obsession, she no longer has need of a mother

Les plus fous d'entre eux s'aimèrent. Bô et Hama furent de ceux-là.

1. What makes you hate yourself? 2. Where do those things occur least? 3. What makes you feel inspired, serene, amused, excited (in a good way), unself-conscious, passionate, compassionate, and more or less at home? 4. Where are those things?

Our true selves, the selves from our "times before," are waiting for us. Where to find them? In the places and activities that make us hate ourselves the least. Do you hate yourself less than usual while mountain-climbing, singing, studying, discussing lab results, visiting France? Wherever you hate yourself less is where your true self lives, where he or she feels safe to work and play.

she felt more alive than she had ever imagined anyone could feel. When they were apart, it now almost felt as thought she were , but half alive.

He was raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He was sweet blood after a long hunt. How could she have mistaken Aiden's kisses for this? They had been delicious and smooth like the brief comfort of chocolate, but they had never been enough.

Believe this," he whispered, and kissed her with the sharp, sleek kiss, the silver kiss, so swift and true, and razor sharp, and her warmth was flowing into him.

what red lips you have," he said in her ear. Did she dare say it? "All the better to kiss you with, my dear," she replied. And then their lips met.

Liberty is a great celestial Goddess, strong, beneficent, and austere, and she can never descend upon a nation by the shouting of crowds, nor by arguments of unbridled passion, nor by the hatred of class against class.

People love pretty much the same things best. A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all.

One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time...give it, give it all, give it now.

There is always the temptation in life to diddle around making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for years on end. It is all so self conscience, so apparently moral...But I won't have it. The world is wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous...more extravagant and bright. We are...raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain, or Lazarus.

I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you.

The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.

The dedicated life is the life worth living. You must give with your whole heart.

When your identity is what you do, then what you do becomes hard to abandon, because it means quitting who you are.

Cand eram copil, pentru mine, luxul insemna mantouri de blana, rochii lungi si vile pe malul marii. Mai tarziu, am crezut ca inseamna sa duci o viata de intelectual. Acum mi se pare ca inseamna si sa poti trai o pasiune pentru un barbat sau o femeie.

Moments de lucidité. Il est évident que S. en a marre de moi. Inversement : le 12 mai, sa passion pour moi était évidente.

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