Quotes About Passion

He kissed the corner of her lips before whispering by her ear, "And that was just my hand, love.

I heart my job. I get to make things up for a living.

She didn't even want to think of how hellish it would be if all the MacGregors made her feel like this one did, all hot and shaky. She'd have to move to the Arctic Circle before the month was out just to cool off.

I would do anything to save our love because our love is my life

Shock stung her into a quivering mass of pleasure when he captured one of her hands and fed it down to the velvet-smooth thickness of his penis, then urged her to stroke it between her legs.

In a second or two he would get up and join her in the shower he could hear running--consolidate his place with some very passionate seed-sowing and at the same time he would make Nell fall in love with him again.

No one ever said that making love had to be a gently-flowing river which slowly became a flood. Sometimes the raging torrent came first. As it did now, as tempers drove it and the desire to fight each other became as compelling as the desire to drown in each other's surging swell.

To be a writer you have to write -- and no academic degree is going to do the writing for you.

This mouth had kissed me so much it had worn its own grooves into my teeth. It was like settling into the armchair that fit exactly the round of your body, only it was incredibly exciting because everything was different now, and it was horribly wrong to be kissing. It would only prolong everything. I sat there in the bus shelter, back up against the glass, hoping the bug would never come. Desperation is the sexiest emotion.

Oh my God, Michelle thought, I think we're making love. It was a term everyone barfed at. No one wanted to make love, people wanted to fuck, to take each other's skin apart with knives and pin it back together with needles.

I wanted her so badly, my heart hung out of my chest like some hound-dog's tongue, pant, pant.

She kissed her like she'd been stranded on an island, notching each stranded day onto a fallen coconut, slowly losing her mind. She filled Michelle like weather, worked her mouth like a cherry stem being tongued into a knot.

I had played all my angles, tossed my heart with a wet rattling thump onto her snare drum, I Love You I Love You I Love You.

It smelled of oily flowers, like the worn pillowcases of long-ago lovers.

How many lovers did a person need, anyway?

In my field, physics, I see that most of us are engage in physics not for the money but for the sheer joy of discovery an innovation.

Cut the crap, no-bullshit rock'n'roll, no arguments allowed, mate.

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Doing your best is taking the action because you love it, not because you're expecting a reward.

Doing your best is about taking action and doing what you love to do because it's the action that makes you happy.

Semangat dalam kata-katanya seperti minyak dalam sumbu, memenuhinya dengan api yang tak menyala.

Do you remember the first lad or lass you loved? When you felt your chest was too narrow to hold your heart? When it seemed the world was made anew by your passion? And do you remember the fear that comes with love? The fear that it cannot last? The fear that you cannot be worthy of it? Truly we were not. none of us. But did it not come anyway? How we have poured our souls into another's lips and eyes. How we have died and been born again in the ebb and flow of their breath.

Pedro had two private places he liked best, places where he was completely happy to be alone with a basketball, places where he did his

I'm so passionate about my writing, there's page-spunk pouring out of my fingertips.