Quotes About Passion

Love is madness if thwarted it develops fast

A great and priceless thing is a new interest! How it takes possession of a man! how it clings to him, how it rides him!

betwixt the thighs, and not wilted neither, till coition hath

In verità, non aveva molto senso sospirare perché lei non era ancora nata. Ma noi siamo fatti così, non ragioniamo quando siamo presi da un sentimento: sentiamo e basta.

Había una canción en todos los corazones; y si el corazón era joven, la canción asomaba a los labios.

I must read. I must read. I must read.

Is it possible to love something so much, you imagine it wants to destroy you only because it has denied you?

The greatest love letters are always encoded for the one and not the many.

Love's love in her blackest season.

I had fallen in love with her, flash of gold and sunlight and Rome.

The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.

She places her hands around my neck and rests her head on my shoulder. I can smell the sex on her, and my hope is that she can smell the love on me.

I wanted to drown inside a woman in the feeling and drooling of the love I could give her. I wanted her pulse to crush me with its intensity. That's what I wanted. That's what I wanted myself to be.

Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.

I look at her wish we could go inside and make love on the couch. Dive inside each other. Take each other. Make each other. Nothing happens, though.

you need life in your life.

I only know it would have been nice to be making love instead of attempting murder.

I see myself beneath her. Being taken and made love to. I feel her. I know her. Taste her champagne mouth. Ignore the ugly teeth. Just shut my eyes and taste her.

Her heart at that point was slippery and hot, and loud, so loud so loud.

He loved her more than Michelangelo.

I just want to write someone's favorite book.

Hay algo peor que un chico que te odie? Un chico que te quiera

Burning words were torn from their sentences.

He venido —susurro— por ti.