Quotes About Passion

Anger did move me and perhaps in the wrong way.

You gave me your immortal kiss. - Claudia, Interview With The Vampire

You gave my your immortal kiss.

He wrapped his warm arms around the mystery. He buried his face in the monster's neck.

I vowed that every time I came to them I would light one hundred candles. It would be a small proof of my undying love.

with all my black little heart, LeStat De Lioncourt - Queen of the Damned -

He turned as I entered the room, and I took him in my arms. With him, I could give vent to the affection I'd held so severely in check with Merrick. I held him to myself and kissed him as men might do with other men when they are alone. I kissed his dark black hair and kissed his eyes, and then I kissed his lips.

Perhaps I fear him because I could love him again, and loving him, I would come to need him, and needing him, I would come to learn from him, and learning from him, I would be again his faithful pupil in all things, only to discover that this patience for me is no substitute for the passion which long ago blazed in his eyes.

Ah, the nipples of men, so tender; such a key to torment and ecstacy; how he writhed as she twisted then ever so gently, her tongue daring in and out of his mouth.

What was it like to be bound in her chains and close to her?

Vecchie verità e antica magia, rivoluzione e invenzione cospirano per distrarci dalla passione che in un modo o nell'altro ci sconfigge tutti. E alla fine, stanchi di questa complessità, noi sogniamo di quel tempo remoto in cui sedevamo sulle ginocchia di nostra madre e ogni bacio era la consumazione del desiderio. Cosa possiamo fare, se non cercare l'abbraccio che ora deve racchiudere il paradiso e l'inferno: il nostro destino inevitabile?

Lestat he loved as he always had. Every realm needs a brat prince.

I belonged to her now, quite completely. I was drenched with the scent of her perfume and her rum, of her skin and her hair. I wanted nothing but to be with her and to sleep beside her, and that the warmth of her would penetrate to my inevitable dreams.

I wanted to kiss her, but I couldn't do this, and so I labored to make my words so many kisses.

He backed away from me, the brush falling from his hand. And I rose over him, feeling my teeth against my lip, feeling my eyes fill with the colors of his face, my ears fill with his struggling cry, my hands fill with that strong, fighting flesh until I drew him up to me, helpless, and tore that flesh and had the blood that gave it life. 'Die,' I whispered when I held him loose now, his head bowed against my coat, 'die,' and felt him struggle to look up at me.

I thought in my secret heart of Botticelli, the man himself standing in his studio staring at me, wondering helplessly what sort of patron I was, and never dreaming that my hunger and adoration were conmingled, never dreaming of a danger which had come so close.

Oh, my beautiful Marius. Tell me how to remedy this and I will.

El cabello me caía sobre los hombros desnudos como un manto protector. Tenía los pezones duros, y me pregunté si ese extraño, ese conocedor de los entresijos del mundo sexual secreto, había notado que mi entrepierna estaba húmeda.

I never found another like him, with so much passion and so many happy delusions, but then I never much looked.

he has a sleepless mind in his heart and an insatiable personality.

She was the woman to whom I'd surrendered passion, pride, and honor for a long time before.

Nunca en mi vida he dejado de amar a nadie que haya querido.

I didn't stand and take stock of what I meant to do. Rather I went at it fiercely, covering the wall in great glowing patches, making the usual garden which obsessed me, and the nymphs and goddesses whose forms were so familiar to my mind.

It was not a easy thing to love her so terribly and not taste of her soul through her blood.