Quotes About Passion

We are terrible for each other, and, yes, we are a disaster. But tell me your heart doesn't race for a hurricane or a burning building. I'd rather die terrified than live forever.

All I ever wanted was love, until you loved me.

I want something from her, but I don't know what it is. I guess that means sex.

I hate trying to put my desire into words when my body knows exactly what to say. Come home.

I love you the way a knife loves a heart, the way a bomb loves a crowd; the way your mother warned you about, essentially.

Email me dirty pictures of you with my name in marker everywhere. I get crazy thinking about your eyes when you cry. I miss you all wrong.

You are love of my life so far.

Putting more heart into thinking creates better, bigger, and more meaningful ideas. And they don't come from just you but from people who have put their hearts into their work throughout their lives.

It's the best marriage of songs and production. But I have to say, I have an affinity for Bossanova.

Being mine means I'll make sure you know what pleasure feels like not just in your body, but in your heart and soul and mind...

I want you to make love to me. I want to go to your room, your bed, be under you, feel you inside me, see your eyes, feel your body and know…we're together. I don't know if that's love or just need, but I know I need you. I need that with you. I need what I've never known and I need it from you. Only you. And it may destroy everything or build something. I really don't know. I just know…Please make love to me.

This wasn't romance. This was a hardcore Master out and out driving her to the upper level of madness, where her body was going to come completely to pieces before he was done. Cruel, but she craved his brand of cruelty.

She inhaled sharply as he traced the line of her neck with the warm wetness. "I'm not afraid to bleed for you, Marguerite." His voice was a rough whisper against her ear. "I'll tell The Zone you're thinking it over. Don't disappoint me. Or yourself.

You really do unique small talk," she said as he caught up to her, walked side by side. "Well, these things keep a conversation well lubricated. Only thing worse than a dry fuck is small talk.

There you are," he murmured. "The girl I met in that club. As far as my heart goes, you have it, sweetheart. God's going to have to fight you for it.

Too fast?" she asked. Had he read her mind, or did he share her concerns? "Can't tell. It moves like it moves. The trick is to make the in-between time quick, but draw out every moment like this"--he leaned down, kissed her again, proving the point by keeping the kiss going long enough she was breathless when he was done--"so it feels like the kind of forever you want. Then you have no regrets.

Pain. You overwhelm me," he said quietly. "And every time I see you or think of you, I can't grab a brush fast enough. I thought I couldn't paint you, but it turns out I've been painting you all along, from the beginning, before I even knew you.

Geez, man, don't give yourself whiplash. You are hurting, if the mention of Victorian underwear will get you worked up. I know a girl...." - From "Controlled Response

She was a Mistress who needed a Master. Who needed him.

Shh... let me hold you. I've burned to hold you, sweetheart.

Just stop asking," she burst out. "Just take. Please…just take over. I can't…give. You just have to take what you want." Tyler stared down at

I have my limits, Lauren," he said, low. She knew it, could feel the caged beast hurling against his bars, knew how close he was.

I had my hands on you last night, my mouth, and everything I touched was delicate, beautiful. Something I want to keep safe. That's the way I'm built, and I won't apologize for that, but I will apologize for it making me say something that stupid.

From the first time Thomas has seen him, he hadn't known who or what Marcus was, just that he wanted him. Wanted to be his. And the fact Thomas has thought of it that way should have given him a clue to the hidden craving in his own makeup. An unexpected sexual preference. Preference. There was a grimly amusing word. As if any need this elemental was a choice.