Quotes About Passion

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

When the knife was busy with my life's most intimate tie, my mind was so clouded with fumes of intoxicating gas that I was not in the least aware of what a cruel thing was happening. Possibly this is woman's nature. When her passion is roused she louses her sensibility for all that is outside it. When, like the river, we women keep to our banks, we give nourishment with all that we have: when we overflow them we destroy with all that we are.

Your lips are bitter-sweet with the taste of my wine of pain.

When at last we have to die it will be time enough to get cold. While we are on fire let us seethe and boil.

Every now and then, their mutual passion would show signs of fading; without the firm support of the world of everyday duty, it was difficult to keep up this fervour. Unless love is rooted in purposeful activity, its delights are neither fulfilling nor lasting.

Mientras estemos en llamas, sepamos arder y bullir

In love we find a joy which is ultimate because it is the ultimate truth.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

Whatever it is you want to do, take a job in that field. You will learn by experience and, slow and steady, you'll get it done!

I love romantic comedies, or romantic dramas - basically anything with love in it.

Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she'd never even suspected that it could feel this way.

Nature has introduced great variety into the landscape, but man has displayed a passion for simplifying it. Thus he undoes the built-in checks and balances by which nature holds the species within bounds.

If love is what is held to make us immortal, hatred is the reverse.

I had been thinking lately about evil, I went on, and was beginning to realize that it was not a product of will but of it's opposite, of surrender. It represented the relinquishing of effort, the abandonment of self-discipline in the face of desire. It was, in a way, a state of passion.

I mean, you never hear someone say they wanted to have an affair but they couldn't find the time, do you?

That's writing for you: when you make space for passion, it doesn't turn up.

I don't think you know what you want." "Yes. I do. I want you, and being with you feels a hell of a lot better than being without you. I'm not going to fight it anymore.

Why did I ever think I would get enough of you?

We'll have sex all night. Half the morning too. And just when you think you can't take anymore, we'll go at it again.

You're a complication I don't need." He followed, placed his hands on each side of her head, and planted his knee between her thighs. "But you're a complication I want. One I'm going to have.

I only know that you are the breath in my lungs, the beat of my heart, the ache in my soul, and without you, I am empty.

I want to make love to you, and if you don't stop me now, that's exactly what's going to happen.

I want you," he whispered. "I've never wanted anything like I want you.