Quotes About Passion

They were together constantly, for lunch, for dinner, and nearly every evening--always in a sort of breathless hush, as if they feared that any minute the spell would break and drop them out of this paradise of rose and flame. But the spell became a trance seemed to increase from day to day

As he helf her and tasted her, and she curved in further and further toward him, with her own lips, new to herself, drowned and engulfed in love, yet solaced and triumphant, he was thankful to have an existence at all, if only as a reflection in her wet eyes.

up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She

He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man can store up in his ghostly heart.

Most of all she wanted him to know how she loved him, now that the fact was upsetting everything, now that she was walking over the battlefield in a thrilling dream.

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

He was born sleepless without a talent for rest or the desire for it. --Cecelia Brady about Stahr

All my beautiful lovely safe world blew itself up here with a great gust of high explosive love.

Almost five years! There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

Elle disait ce qui lui passait par la tête, mais avec une chaleur bouleversante, comme si, à travers ces mots chuchotés, frémissants, son cÅ"ur essayait de se faire entendre.

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Well, there I was, 'way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn't care.

She danced exceptionally well, drew cleverly but hastily, and had a startling facility with words, which she used only in love letters.

You want life to be a chain of flirtation with a man for every link. Want it to be one! You mean I've found it one.

He fought with a desire to kiss her again, even tenderly, and began to tell her that she was being unwise, but before he got really started at this handsome project, she was in his arms again, and whispering something that he had to accept, since it was wrapped up in a kiss.

Elle se leva dès qu'il fut sorti, s'approcha de Gatsby, leva son visage vers lui, l'embrassa sur les lèvres. — Je vous aime et vous le savez, murmura-t-elle.

Oh, nothing--only I want sentiment, real sentiment--and I never find it.

This was untrue. I am not even faintly like a rose. She was only extemporizing, but 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.

For this is wisdom-- to love and live, To take what fate or the gods may give, To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow, To have and to hold, and, in time-- let go.

Lover! Lover! I can't do with you, and I can't imagine life without you.

Désolé et furieux, encore amoureux d'elle, j'ai tourné le dos.

AMORY WRITES A POEM

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you - like music to the musician or Marxism to the communist - or else it is nothing, an empty, formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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