Quotes About Passion

Well fuck me sideways 'til I cry

A room more clearly meant to delight the heart of a bibliophile I could not imagine.

I want to make love to you. Will you let me?

It is hard to swerve Ocean and Sky from their deepest desires.

He turned and caught me in a kiss that probably looked passionate, but was nothing more than a brutal, numbing intrusion, a blind for the compulsion he cast, winding me about in a shroud of briars, ensnaring me, so I could tell no one the truth, tell no one what he had done and how.

I wanted to feel his strength; I wanted to feel him. I didn't care how anymore. I just wanted him to touch me.

When you started this engagement farce I thought I was going to hate every minute of it. Instead I loved every minute of it. I loved every minute of being with you. You're bright, sexy, funny, confident, sexy, strong, warm—did I say sexy?

I love you, Taylor Carmichael Corretti. I love you for better and for worse—preferably worse, by the way." His eyes glittered into hers. "I love a bad girl. Think about it—if I marry you we can spend the rest of our lives shocking people.

I studied law at Columbia, but I was more interested in why people committed crimes than I was in defending them. I finished my first novel, handed it to my roommate to read and he was up all night. I decided then that was what I wanted to do." "Keep people awake all night?" "Yes.

I don't want a martyr in my bed," he drawled lightly, "so cease pretending that you don't burn for me the way I burn for you.

Less is more, unless it's love or chocolate.

There's more women likes to be loved than there is of those that loves.

There are plenty of people dragging themselves miserably through the world, because they are clogged and fettered with work for which they have no fitness... I can't help believing that nothing is better than to find one's work early and hold fast to it, and put all one's heart into it.

This was the kind of girl who gestured big and talked big and showed her emotions big, but she wasn't really showing anything. All her actions turned out to be one big flirt. But, if you paid attention, as I did, it became obvious that she was flirting with no one. She was keeping all her real passion on reserve. That's how I knew she was a lesbian.

If you were M. Pujol, Madeleine says, I would reach out my hand to you. Like this. If you were M. Pujol, Adrien says, I would press my mouth against your pulse. Like this. If you were he, she says, I would cup your chin in my fingers. If you were he, he says, I would take those fingers into my mouth. Then my mouth would envy my fingers, she says. Then your mouth must usurp your fingers, he says. And then, she says, I would do this.

A man who can effortlessly get what he wants, and right now those exquisite hazel eyes stare her down as if to devour her entire being.

Analyse's head thrashed left and right as he continued his onslaught. Her body scraped against the harsh surface of the tree, tearing a painful howl from her lips yet she wanted more.

Sitting next to him for such a long time made me want to ravish him on the beach where grains of sand would coat our bodies.' The Romantic featured in Summer Romances

Einstein. Where did you learn to kiss like that?" I laughed "Would you believe books?" "No. I would not believe books.

I love photography. My boyfriend's got a great camera, which I bought for his birthday.

Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything." Napoleon Hill

Their hatred is so passionate that I can't help but wonder if they're attracted to each other.

Indeed, being an artist is not just a job but an identity dependent on a broad range of extracurricular intelligences.

Their hatred is so passionate that I can't help but wonder if they're attracted to each other." S