Quotes About Passion

and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires

A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.

Youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered "Listen," a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.

If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired

Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time.

At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That's a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try. There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion.

A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.

My God,' he gasped, 'you're fun to kiss.

All I think of ever is that I love you.

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

How I feel is that if I wanted anything I'd take it. That's what I've always thought all my life. But it happens that I want you, and so I just haven't room for any other desires.

Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.

If you have anything to say, anything you feel nobody has ever said before, you have got to feel it so desperately that you will find some way to say it that nobody has ever found before, so that the thing you have to say and the way of saying it blend as one matter--as indissolubly as if they were conceived together.

You've got an awfully kissable mouth.

Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!

I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything.

Selfish people are in a way terribly capable of great loves.

I want to die violently instead of fading out sentimentally.

The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.

Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.

I love her and that's the beginning of everything...

I might have enjoyed the company of a woman or two... Or three but that had never stopped me from loving you.

You are mine-you know you're mine! he cried wildly...the moonlight twisted in through the vines and listened...the fireflies hung upon their whispers as if to win his glance from the glory of their eyes.