Quotes About Passion

This is what love is, isn't it? It's not a thing for which you clear a certain space in your life. It takes over your life, and all else must be made to fit to it, or the result is endless grief or a willful numbness that results in the death of your spirit before your body.

Old truths and ancient magic, revolution and invention, all conspire to distract us from the passion that in one way or another defeats us all. And weary finally of this complexity, we dream of that long-ago time when we sat upon our mother's knee and each kiss was the perfect consummation of desire. What can we do but reach for the embrace that must now contain both Heaven and Hell: our doom again and again and again. —Lestat in The Vampire Lestat

I love; therefore I am.

This is what love is, isn't it? It's not a thing for which you clear a certain space in your life. It takes over your life, and all else must be made to fit to it, or the result is endless grief or a willful numbness that results in the death of your spirit before your body. I have seen this truth in the eyes of Julie and Ramsey. And I see it in your eyes when I look at

It seemed to me in my wild and passionate soul, in my newborn vampiric heart, that the Magi had come only for Christ's birth but for my rebirth as well.

I hate you as much as I have ever loved you.

It does not take a scholar, David, to know such saints were made by other saints in centuries to come as actors and actresses chosen for a Passion Play in a country village.

It doesn't weaken us as women, as immortals, to follow our love, even if it leads to a man.

I bent down, close to him, and kissed the side of his throat. My friend, my deepest friend in the world once. And now we'll have this union. Lust old and new. The boy I'd been loving him. I felt the blood pulsing through the artery. My left arm slid beneath his right arm. Don't hurt him. He couldn't get away from me. He didn't even try.

I can't get Him out of my head. I never have. I never will.

I felt the sputtering flame of true devotion and true mysticism kindled from the weak fire of lives of utter denial.

I was poisoned by love, that in the call of Suzanne I was awakened to love, and to the nightmare of want.

Through a haze I saw the shape of him as he grew nearer to me. I felt his hands cup my face and turn it towards him. I saw the glimmer of his blue eyes, wintry flames, indistinct yet burning fiercely.

I have wrestled with angels and dragons to be with you!

I sat watching, listening, one hand shielding my lowered face from anyone and no one, my elbow resting on the rail, the passion in me subsiding, the taste of the girl on my lips. It was as though on the smell of the rain came her perfume still, and in the empty theater I could hear the throb of her beating heart.

Slowly I pressed my lips to his whitened silky skin and breathed in the old unmistakeable taste and scent of him, something sweet and undefinable and utterly personal, something made up of all his physical gifts and those given him afterwards, and I pressed my sharp eyeteeth through his skin to taste his blood.

I clamped his mouth in an ardent kiss. The blood passed into him, and violently, he convulsed.

My mouth filled with blood. My lips closed against his silky white flesh so that not a drop would be lost. Deeply I swallowed.

You gave me your immortal kiss, she said, though not to me, but to herself. You loved me with your vampire nature.

Do I live? Or am I walking always in death, forever in love with time?

And I love to hear you say it, Louis. I need to hear you say it. I don't think anyone will ever say it quite like you do. Come on, say

How deeply I loved him, and how I didn't want him to know.

When he turned from his victim, I would see even blood teeming in him, and I would have given all the world to see him white again, my marble god, my graven Father in our private bed.

There was something stubborn here, something directed entirely towards our love. And how it tempted me, how it drew from me the most complete devotion.