Quotes About Passion

She knew violence- and my, what a lovely thing to profess knowledge of.

Then he kissed her again. When he licked her through the silk, she moaned. Catching the fabric, he tugged it aside and licked her again. "Hot … fuck, yeah, you're hot." Hope shuddered and fisted her hands in his hair again. But this time, she tugged him closer, gasping out his name. He smiled against her and then proceeded to do to her what she'd been doing to him from the first time he'd laid eyes on her—driving him out of his fucking mind.

She was easy to talk to, easy to look at it . . . and when she smiled at him . . . well, he couldn't call that easy. It hit him in the chest, in the weirdest damn way. Swallowing, she licked her lips and then she could have whimpered, begged for mercy, because she could taste him. Taste him, and it made her want to throw herself against him and kiss him. Again, and again .

He pushed up onto his heels and then pulled her up against him, one hand cradling the nape of her neck, the other splayed wide over her back. His mouth came down on hers and right before he kissed her, he muttered, "Fuck, you're going to drive me insane, I know it." Then his mouth crushed down onto hers. His taste was different—darker. Her, she realized. He tasted of her.

He rolled on top of her, his weight pinning her against the bed. His hands cupped her face, tilting her head back. "I missed ­you—fuck, why can't I stop thinking about you?" he muttered, his voice low and harsh, demanding.

Tipping her head, she stared into his tawny, hazel eyes, so intense, so burning-hot and all-consuming. Had she ever had a man look at her like that? Like she was all? Like she was everything? The center of his universe? Hell, screw the center … Law was looking at her like she was his universe.

Her breathing ragged, her body went lax under his. "We're not done," he rasped, fisting a hand in her dark, short hair. Law greedily took her mouth as he started to ride her again—deep, hard. So damned hungry, so damned hungry … If she'd had the breath, she might have told him to give her a minute. But even if she had had the breath? He would have stolen it away again.

When she reached the button of his jeans, his hips jerked and he squeezed his eyes closed, hoped he wouldn't make a fool of himself and lose it the second she touched him. He hadn't done anything like that in ages, not since high school, but Nia shattered his control like nothing else.

Taylor worked a hand between them and stroked his thumb over the erect little nub of her clit. Lifting his head, he stared at her, watched as a harsh, broken sob fell from her lips. Her nails bit into his skin as she started to come and he gritted his teeth, holding back until he saw her going over. Then, and only then, did he bury his face in her neck and start to move again, hard, fast. He muttered her name, blind to everything but her…completely and utterly lost in her.

I think I fell in love with you before I even knew you, before I even saw you," he whispered, kissing her neck. "I feel like I've loved you my whole life, and I've just been waiting to find you.

One kiss, he told himself. Just one easy, quick kiss. He had plenty of control. He could control his temper, his hunger, his … Her mouth opened under his and she met his kiss with shy, sweet hesitation. Remy felt like the very ground had crumbled under his feet. Oh, hell.

But can love born of revenge avoid turning into cruel sport?

It is a longing so intense that it creates what it desires, it cannot endure any touch of correction; it is, as I say, unspeakable.

It is my hope to, one day, share my love for HPL with the world.

A person angry, or laughing, or terrified, or jealous, will go stubbornly on into extremes of behavior impossible at another time;

Brandy, anyone? My passion for spirits—" "No." Theodora giggled wildly. "Not that pun," she said.

One drop of joy plus courage becomes passion, which enables you to take effective action without thought. One drop of joy plus discipline becomes empathy, the ability to know that your emotions are real and all those around you are real, which then restores your God-consciousness.

When you do something, you should do it with your whole body and mind; you should be concentrated on what you do. You should do it completely, like a good bonfire. You should not be a smoky fire. You should burn yourself completely. If you do not burn yourself completely, a trace of yourself will be left in what you do.

His song was only living aloud, His work, a singing with his hand!

She undressed slowly, dreamily, and when she was naked, she selected a bright red negligee to wear so that the blood would not show.

A thousand times more crimes were commited in the name of love, than in the name of hate.

The great majority of people hate what they're doing, Mr Douglas. Instead of devising ways to get into something they like, they remain trapped all their lives, like brainless insects. It's rare to find a man who loves his work.

The great majority of people hate what they're doing, Mr Douglas. Instead of devising ways to get into something they like, they remain trapped all their lives, like brainless insects. It's rare to find a man who loves his work. Almost invariably when you find such a man, he is a success.

I would have killed you if you had died.