Quotes About Passion

i will always remember what my life might have been like if i had married a man who loved me with undying passion. perhaps i might not have been so vunerabel to the attension of a rake.

He pulled his lips away and rested his forehead against hers, trying to keep himself from getting another erection. It took great strength of will, but he did it.

But isn't that what life is about? Trying new things? Finding out what you love doing? Then taking a deep dive into it?

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes . . . —William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

It's funny. Sometimes when you're passionate about something and you dedicate yourself to it completely, your actions become a reflex. Your senses become more astute and time slows down before your eyes.

No matter how tightly I held him, however, I couldn't seem to get close enough. I loved him with such passion. There are no words to describe it. I would have died for him that night, if it would have taken away his pain.

Soon, her fingers dug into the flesh at the small of his back and she bucked wildly beneath him and cried out into the night, arching her back, throbbing and flexing around his burning, blissful erection. He plunged down hard, crushing her soft form beneath him as she continued to climax;

Are you forgetting that I let my father cut me off? I said goodbye to my entire family for you. That's how crazy in love with you I was.

I wanted to say something, but what? There were no words to describe what I felt or what I wanted. All I knew was that I was overcome by a desire so profound, no amount of self-discipline or control was powerful enough to stop it.

pulling her snug against him. "If you were mine, I'd never

His breath hitched, and he regarded me hungrily. You're playing with fire, you know that?" That's weird, considering you're an ice prin—" I didn't get any further, as Ash leaned in and kissed me.

I think of part of myself as a very passionate person, but I don't think that comes across. I don't know where it comes from, that reserve or veneer of British niceness. But it doesn't bother me if other people don't spot the passion. I know it's there... As long as Blake knows.

I think of part of myself as a very passionate person, but I don't think that comes across. I don't know where it comes from, that reserve or veneer of British niceness. But it doesn't bother me if other people don't spot the passion. I know it's there.

All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.

As a rule, my focus is on classical music, but I love jazz. I love everything, actually.

All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.

Love, real love, the kind that you fall in, isn't like Corinthians. The "suffereth long" and "is kind" nonsense. It's like the Song of Solomon. It's jealousy and fire and floods. It's everything that consumes.

He'd meant to take her apart with a kiss. How, then, did he wind up in pieces?

She was in me, in my blood, invading every cell in my body. She was the one I wanted. She was the one I saw, felt, desired. This was wrong. He was wrong. It was all so wrong.

I knew if I gave into it, I'd have to surrender myself completely. I'd lose all control. Everything I knew, everything I was, the walls I'd built up to protect myself all these years would come crashing down. I might get lost in the rubble. Yet, she made me feel alive in a way I'd only ever imagined I could feel. Bells, whistles, music.

He makes me feel all jiggly inside. STOP FEELING. Stop caring.

You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.

She let him know how much she liked what he was doing by scoring his back with her nails and crying out with pleasure. "Oh, God." "Nay, lass. Connor.

What are you doing?" "What I've wanted to do for a long time." She couldn't move, couldn't think. She was lost in his dark eyes, and as he slowly lowered his head toward hers, she whispered, "Are you going to throttle me, then?" He was laughing when he kissed her.