Quotes About Passion

Affection is the lively representment of any passion whatsoever, as if the figures stood not upon a cloth or board, but as if they were acting upon a stage.Wotton'sArchitecture.

The love of life is necessary to the vigorous prosecution of any undertaking.

Love is not a volunteer thing.

He stood suspended till I had speaking; and then, bowing, sat down again; but, as Mr. Reeves told me afterwards, he whispered a great oath in his ear, and declared, that he beheld with transport his future wife; and cursed himself if he would ever have another; vowing, in the same whisper, that were a thousand men to stand in his way, he would not scruple any means to remove them.

Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.

To be loved is all I need, And whom I love, I love indeed.

Until my ghastly tale is told, this heart within me burns.

I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.

Moving between her thighs, he stretched out above her, then thrust into her. Once. Because, as he did everything, he acted without hesitation or apology to claim her entirely. Her eyes went wide and her breath caught. Holding her gaze, he pressed himself deeper, barely easing back before pressing deep again.

He had to admit: She'd got to him. This demure second-grade schoolteacher, who'd been faithful to her husband, but who had fucked him with the same fervor with which she'd fought him two days ago, had crawled under his mean ol' hide.

He gave, took, told her with every stroke what he hadn't been able to convey with words, communicated what he'd felt from the moment he saw her enter the courtroom, and knew, in that instant, that he'd been blessed and doomed in the same heartbeat.

He kissed her like he meant it, like this kiss was going to be the last thing he ever did on earth, and he was going to do it right, thoroughly, and leave nothing wanting.

Sandra Brown

She kissed his eyebrow. "Not I.

demanding. His slightest touch had elicited sighs and murmurs of pleasure.

I've come back for you, my love, my life. Let me look at you, keep you, never let go of you.

Creative people have more ideas and interests than any one person can do in a lifetime, and we accumulate the paraphernalia to prove it. (p. 54.)

When I realized that by "no one" this man was referring to approximately 750,000 children, I knew that I had found my passion and my cause.

Whoever he is who opposite you sits and listens close to your sweet speaking and lovely laughing – oh it puts the heart in my chest on wings for when I look at you, even a moment, no speaking is left in me no: tongue breaks and thin fire is racing under skin and in eyes no sight and drumming fills ears and cold sweat holds me and shaking grips me all, greener than grass

Sweet mother, I cannot weave – slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl.

In the crooks of your body, I find my religon.

You came and I was longing for you. You cooled a heart that burned with desire.

you came and I was crazy for you and you cooled my mind that burned with longing

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.