Quotes About Passion

Being a nerd, which is to say going too far and caring too much about a subject, is the best way to make friends I know.

The bad blood rose in me, just like wine.

now i begin to feel a longing so great, so sharp, i fear it will never be assuaged. i think it will mount, and mount, and make me mad, or kill me.

But the more I think it, the more I want her, the more my desire rises and swells.

For I could not want her now, more than I could a lover. But I could not want a lover, more than I want freedom.

He would be cruel indeed, to put a passion in her, and then to punish her for feeling it.

She said, 'It is filled with all the words for how I want you.

It made me giddy. It made me blush, worse than before. It was like liquor. It made me drunk. I drew away. When her breath came now upon my mouth, it came very cold. My mouth was wet, from hers. I said, in a whisper, 'Do you feel it?

I thought I longed for her, before. Now I begin to feel a longing so great, so sharp, I fear it will never be assuaged. I think it will mount, and mount, and make me mad, or kill me.

But you cannot know the glimpses I have had, you cannot know there is another, dazzling place, that seems to welcome me! I have been led to it, Helen, by someone marvellous and strange. You won't know this. They will tell you of her, and they will make her seem squalid and ordinary, they will turn my passion into something gross and wrong. You will know, that it is neither of those things. It is only love, Helen - only that. I cannot live, and not be at her side!

I could not want a lover, more than I want freedom.

For all this time I had had as it were a sort of dam about my heart, keeping out my love: now the walls had burst, my heart was flooded, I thought I should drown...

The rareness of the article is relative to the desire of the heart which seeks it.

There seemed no motion, no rhythm, in all the world, but that which I had set up, between her legs, with one wet fingertip.

But in his face I see, at last, how much I want her. For

Why, because I must! Because how could I rest, when the world is so cruel and hard, and yet might be so sweet. . . The kind of work I do is its own kind of fulfilment, whether it's successful or not." She drank her tea. "It's like love." "Love!" I sniffed. "You think love is its own reward, then?" "Don't you?

I had loved Kitty -I would always love Kitty. But I had lived with her a kind of queer half-life, hiding from my own true self. Since then I had refused to love at all, had become - or so I thought - a creature beyond passion, driving others to their secret, humiliating confessions of lust; but never offering my own.

What does it say?" I said, when I had. She said, "It is filled with all the words for how I want you...Look.

I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath come upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn't have kissed her, without wanting to save her.

Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men. COLOSSIANS 3 : 23

And he took her in his arms and kissed her again, their hearts thumping in perfect time, like two lost musical notes finally finding their place in an unexpected harmony.

Anyway, I don't want anyone else, I just want Vaughn.' It was good to finally say it, as if Grace said it out loud then maybe the universe would get the message and send him back to her.

She was so fed up with unrequited love and platonic love and all the other kinds of love that weren't passionate, romantic, can't-live-without-you, I-have-to-have-you-right-now, the-beat-of-your-heart-matches-the-beat-of-mine love.

And suddenly I got what the big deal was about kissing. How someone could suck on your bottom lip and make you come completely undone. That someone stroking the hair back from your face could make you swoon and someone sliding his hands underneath your top could make you feel wanted for the first time in your life.