Quotes About Passion

Lust leaves you blind long after you've lost your mind in bed.

Turn around then and lean against that boulder with your bottom facing me. I'll enter you from behind. Are you damp yet?" In

All depend what you love, what you believe. You love Jesus, go Jesus House. You love Allah, go Allah Land. You love sleep, go sleep.

I want us to love each other so deeply we ache with the fullness of it.

he kissed me with earnestness, banging his lips against my teeth and covering me with saliva from nose to chin.

Cómo apartarme nuevamente de tu imagen? ¿Quién que ocupase tu lugar podría dejar de ser más que un vil remedo? Te amo.Con un amor incapaz de crecer más en mi corazón.Es tan fuerte, que necesita expandirse y revelarse en mí de un solo golpe, en toda su magnitud.

I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.

Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.

To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.

I'm awaiting a lover. I have to be rent and pulled apart and live according to the demons and the imagination in me. I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.

To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. I'm neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous - lava, inflammable, unrestrained.

Passion gives me moments of wholeness

If I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madnesses

I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.

I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.

Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer.

Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.

I can elect something I love and absorb myself in it.

I want to love you wildly. I don't want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.

I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.

Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing, opium, wine.

You are the only woman who ever answered the demands of my imagination.