Quotes About Passion

How can there be love without a true choice? Would you suggest that man be stripped of the capacity to love?" This was the Great Romance. To love at any cost.

Sylous leaned in close and placed his lips against hers. Tender and warm, his kiss buzzed inside her mouth. He held her there, caught up in a perfect moment, and when he released her, a new resolve had flooded her chest.

The only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldy enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all.

But red Was what you wrapped around you. Blood red.

There is no correct way to write a novel, or rather, there is only one, and that one way is to make it interesting. That is very easily said, but how do you make your writing interesting? The answer to the question is, that you write interestingly only about the things that genuinely interest you. This is an infallible rule.

That night was nothing but getting to know how smooth your body is. The memory of it goes through me like brandy.

And like a cat in winter at a fire She could not edge close enough To what singed her, and would burn her.

La única religión aceptable para el hombre es la que le enseñará ante todo, a conocer, amar y servir apasionadamente al Universo del cual es el elemento más importante.

Boys who cry can work for Google. Boys who trash computers cannot. I once was at a science conference, and I saw a NASA scientist who had just found out that his project was canceled—a project he'd worked on for years. He was maybe sixty-five years old, and you know what? He was crying. And I thought, Good for him. That's why he was able to reach retirement age working in a job he loved.

But there are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark -- that sort of make everything else seem -- unimportant.

Oh, you can't describe someone you're in love with!

In all these years, you never believed I loved you. And I did. I did so much. I did love you. I even loved your hate and your hardness.

He was a boy, just a boy, when I was a very young girl. When I was sixteen, I made the discovery - love. All at once and much, much too completely. It was like you suddenly turned a blinding on something that had always been half in shadow, that's how it struck the world for me. But I was unlucky. Deluded.

Enthusiasm is the most important thing in life.

I cannot write any sort of story unless there is at least one character in it for whom I have physical desire.

When I was sixteen, I made the discovery -- love. All at once and much, much too completely. It was like you suddenly turned a blinding light on something that had always been half in shadow, that's how it struck the world for me.

When I stop working the rest of the day is posthumous. I'm only really alive when I'm writing.

There is only one true aristocracy . . . and that is the aristocracy of passionate souls!

Stella: And when he comes back I cry on his lap like a baby.. [she smiles to herself] Blanche: I guess that is what is meant by being in love..

No, truth is something desperate, an' she's got it. Believe me, it's something desperate, an' she's got it.

love, all at once and much, much too completely. It's like you suddenly turn a blinding light on something that had always been half a shadow...

Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter.

Distant singing is heard. Ghostly voices become audible: fragments of lectures remembered, the finely distilled wisdom and passion of seers and poets with which the modern young mind is tempered for the world that blows it to pieces.

I'm starting to boil inside. I know I seem dreamy, but inside-well, I'm boiling! Whenever I pick up a shoe, I shudder a little thinking how short life is and what I am doing!