Quotes About Passion

He adores me,' she said.

Genius creates from the heart and when the artifact is broken so is the heart.

She would not rest until existence was for her a sucked orange. When there was no drop of juice left, then she would fling away the rind and die content.

Genius creates from the heart and when men put love into their work there is power in it, there is a soul in the body.

His hunger for knowledge gave him no rest, it was both his bane and his joy.

The fires of youth are not dead in old age... only banked down.

Never again, she vowed, would she live a noisy life that killed her dreams. They were her reason for living, the only thing that she had to give to the world, and she must live in the way that suited them best.

What we are made to do we seldom do well, what we do of our own choice we make a success of for very pride.

The greatest gift is a passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind. It is a moral illumination.

The greatest gift is the passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind. It is a moral illumination.

The greatest gift is a passion for reading.

You say my name like a lover, so soft, so sweet. I want to lick the word from your lips, sip the exhaled breath from your mouth. I want to possess you utterly. Right now. Right here.

He grunted and stirred, withdrawing from her. She only had a moment to be disappointed and then he flipped her to her back and rose over her, powerful and male. He casually parted her legs with his knees and thrust into her again, hot and hard. She gasped at the swift invasion, the lovely feeling, and then his face was next to hers, his big palms cradling her cheeks. "What I want," he drawled, "is ye. Nothin' else.

I am passionate about talking to women about their breast health.

Sex on a rainy afternoon is like getting all the gloom and wetness to go away for a while. And afterwards you don't even notice if the rain's still falling.

Nicht zu wissen, was ich genau will, heißt allerdings nicht, dass ich zu etwas Langweiligem gezwungen werden möchte, von dem alle denken, es wäre gut für mich. Damit meinen sie doch nur, dass es sicher und langweilig ist und nicht schlecht. Aber Sicherheit interessiert mich nicht.

I'll probably never again feel as intensely about books, read as desperately, and fall as deeply in love with stories and characters as I did that summer. Now when I read, I'm continuously trying to bring back that same immersion, fall in love again, and I judge every book against that impossible ideal. The books I love now aren't necessarily those that are written best, they're those books, like The Thorn Birds and Clan Of The Cave Bear, that bring me closest to that magic.

It'll turn out you mean love,' Sholto said. 'At the moment math is the only thing that excites you so you're nosing around numbers as if numbers are life. But in two years you'll be telling me about some boy.

Face your embarrassment at being human, and you'll uncover a deep well of passion and compassion. It's a great power, your Open Secret. When your heart is undefended, you make it safe for whomever you meet to put down his burden of hiding, and then you both can walk through the open door.

A woman of intense feeling, head thrown back, hair wild, lips open upon a cry of unbelievable pleasure. The enchanted. A warrior both disciplined and passionate, his whole being focused in the moment. The enchanter. Now he is bending down to her, drinking her cries .....

intriguing sensual pleasure.

There is something wrong with a person who loves ballpoint pens. I believe nothing so deeply as this.

Movie kisses looked like they'd hurt. She couldn't get enough of them. They made her feel alive - not in any expansive way, but assessed, her pulse taken, a rubber mallet to the knee that made her kick.

If you love it enough, anything will talk with you." —G. W. CARVER