Quotes About Passion

Forse era quella la definizione di amore. Quando volevi una persona, ne avevi bisogno, l'adoravi, anche nei momenti di collera, quando saresti stato disposto a legarla al letto per impedirle di uscire a combinare altri guai.

Everyone told me I was too old, that to be truly good at it I had to have started as a child. But that's not the point, really. I don't need to be truly good. I just need to enjoy it for myself. And I need to know I tried.

No man fell so blindingly into love that he no longer held a preference for his tea. This was England, for heaven's sake. More to the point, this was tea

Thomas liked to call me a bookworm." "More of a book dragon, I should think." She laughed. "Why would you say that?" "You are far too fierce to be a lowly worm.

When he kissed her, he tasted the promise of redemption.

He wanted Sarah Pleinsworth; dear Lord, he wanted her with everything that he was. He wanted to stand up with her before God and man, slide his ring onto her finger, and pledge his eternal devotion. He wanted to take her to bed and with his body show her everything that was in his heart, and he wanted to cherish her as she grew heavy with their child.

Tú eres la razón de mi existencia -dijo dulcemente-, el motivo de que yo haya nacido.

Porque te quiero, maldita sea. Porque siempre te he amado. Porque te amaba cuando estabas con John, te amaba cuando yo estaba en la India, y aunque Dios sabe que no te merezco, te amo de todos modos". - Michael Stirling.

Eu te amo - disse ele, a voz enfim mais alta que um suspiro. Ele se virou, o coração, a própria alma nos olhos. - Eu te amo.

Y en aquel momento, supo que la amaba. Con cada pensamiento, con cada emoción, cada parte de su ser, le amaba.

True love doesn't come to you it has to be inside you.

I think less is more when it comes to kissing in the movies.

Desire is individual. Happiness is common.

You are my whole existence and I will love you until my last breath.

When young and clever men are angry, they either explode or achieve great things.

I'm not romantic. But I shall think that the heart has other uses, rather than just pumping blood.

I would fight dragons, I would walk over flaming coals, I would enter the Valley of the Dead, if I thought I might have a chance of your heart.

I don't really care about money. I find money boring and accounting boring, so I'm probably not going to ever make a lot of money.

I still have all the faith and love for my music and yet I'm still playing places for kids.

Writing is my obsession, my passion. My relationship with it is one of the most complex and agonizing and richly vexing that I have in my life.

And I know I'm supposed to feel guilty for wanting people to buy my books... and books in general? Novels and poetry, they belong to the realm of art. How dirty of us to try to hawk art! But, after a decade of hand-wringing and apologies, I can't quite muster the guilt anymore.

I feel too much. It's like being drummed to death from within. You know?

I love being one half of a romantic couple.

But trust me, if I lived in the '80s, I would definitely be the one going to the record stores.