Quotes About Passion

Baby, I love you. Pen... More then I love the color black. More than I love cigarettes, more than I love books. Even music. More than food. More than art or stories. More than words...

I said I was an English major, that I wanted to write someday, that I read the way other people ate chocolate.

It is amazing to think of how little it takes to make a girl, of a certain age and artistic temperament, believe she is in love.

And when it is over he will say, Come live with me above the palm trees, eat chocolate eggs in hotel-room bathrooms, dance like we are making love, make love like we are dancing.

His voice reminded me of poetry and sex.

I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.

Sweet is the death that taketh end by love.

Guy struck a jangling chord on the keyboards and then another. 'You know,' he announced, sitting back and crossing his arms. 'We need some new material. We've got to write some new songs.' 'Like what?' He shrugged. 'I don't know. Throw out some ideas.' 'Love! Death! Existential struggle!' Emily intoned dramatically, rattling out a drumroll. 'Agriculture!

He loved her in a way he'd never come close to loving anything before.

Sometimes only in retrospect do we realize that we have wasted our best years looking for a lost, inappropriate first love, that our life-changing passion for a particular person was no more than the desire to finally kiss the crooked lower lip of an elementary school principal or the boy on whom we had an unrequited childhood crush.

He claimed to be a Marxist, the only one of his claims I believed. He had that Marxist passion for oysters and good Sancerre, and that Marxist paralysis when the waiter brought the check. Already it's obvious how much the Communists got wrong, overbetting on human high-mindedness, lowballing human desire.

Love the Lord your God, and love one another. Love one another as he loves. Love with strength and purpose and passion and no matter what comes against you. Don't weaken. Stand against the darkness, and love. That's the way back into Eden. That's the way

singing has to come from the inside, and i don't have anything left inside.' 'really? How did that happen?' 'it all just drained out.

This god that she worshiped consumed her. It didn't ask for a brief visit to a temple, or a small votive offering of food or coin, or a few prayers every now and then. This god wanted all of her.

Song of Solomon told me a man and woman's passion is intended to be mutual." His smile dissolved and he looked troubled. "A shared blessing.

Angel lay in the darkness after Meribah left and worked over what she had said. Mama had worked to keep Alex Stafford's love alive. She had tried everything to please him and keep his passion alive. Angel wondered now if it hadn't been those very efforts that served to drive him away. Mama had been so hungry for his love. Her entire life had revolved around Alex Stafford's coming to the small cottage. Her happiness depended solely on him. It had been an obsession.

Love one another as he loves. Love with strength and purpose and passion and no matter what comes against you. Don't weaken. Stand against the darkness, and love. That's the way back into Eden. That's the way back to life.

was used to teachers just putting in time, not loaded with enthusiasm.

Unless we have something worth dying for, Atretes, we've nothing worth living for.

Falling in love meant you lost control of your emotions and your will and your life. It meant you lost yourself.

Passion lasts but a moment, compassion a lifetime.

Love the Lord your God, and love one another. Love one another as he loves. Love with strength and purpose and passion and no matter what comes against you. Don't weaken. Stand against the darkness, and love. That's the way back into Eden. That's the way back to life.

He's on fire alright, but sometimes that kind of fire can burn churches down.

Any suggestion that what is offered in that marketplace should at least be an idea rather than a raw appeal to passion is met with cries of Censorship! Those who cry the most loudly, however, are not always concerned to preserve freedom of discussion. More often, discussion is what they want to prevent, and they have discovered that reciting the ritual word censorship is an effective way to do it.