Quotes About Passion

She darkened his door, he lit her fire, they both burned.

Beckon the transitive vampire to your bedside and submit to his kisses thirstily.

Lovers of words have no place where honest work must be done.

Guinevere loved Arthur until she met Lancelot. Do you not agree that it is possible to love one person but encounter another whose very soul speaks to you?

I could love means I could die violently, or live violently; the threat of the arrow is everywhere at once, not just in the heart.

He would almost call this feeling for jeannette hate, if he were not so afraid it was love.

I swear, I'm gonna have to lock you up. I'd chain you to my bed, except I'm seldom in it.

Tell me what you want, my love," he rasped through parted lips. "Tell me now." "You, Staff, you. Forever and always. Please." "Only Staff?" "Yes, yes. Please, my love. Put out the fire." "But first I have to fan it brighter," he said low, and moved into her instantly.

Always said a young boy needed to fill himself with knowledge and passion. Empty vessels get filled with the wrong things.

When I point my fingers at the keys, the music springs straight out of me. Right hand playing notes sharp as tongues, telling stories while the smooth buttery rhythms back me up on the left.

O'Keefe is the poster child for doing exactly what you want, in the service of an abiding passion.

Years later, when Julia was famous she would often receive letters from people who asked not simply how they might learn to cook. They already knew the answer: The owned her cookbooks, but they were yearning to know how they might become passionate about it. She always answered the same thing: Go to France and eat.

As I watched bookstores close, I began to wonder how that felt for the owners. Owning a bookstore was their dream and now they're struggling and seeing those dreams fall apart.

One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.

I didn't ask. Some things are better left unsaid. He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him. Never will. He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. Later we would go to bed, and when he rose over me, dark and vast and eternal, I'd know joy.

Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset, to touch the one you love, to try again. 'Hell would be waking up and wanting nothing,' he agrees.

The entire time I'm burning in Hell, I'll regret each tear I made you weep. But if Hell were the price for twenty days with you, I'd condemn myself again and again. - Cian MacKeltar

The more excited I get, the more I vibrate." "Now there's a thought," Lor says. "If you mean what I think you mean, you want to shut the fuck up and never think it again," Ryodan says.

I like sex for breakfast, kid. I eat early and often.

When he comes, he makes a noise deep in his throat that is so raw and animal and sexual that I think if he merely looked at me and made that noise, I might explode in an orgasm.

One day, kid, you'll be willing to mortage your fucking soul for somebody.

I am going to love you now, slow and sweet, but when you come, I'm going to f*** you the way I need to. The way I've been dreaming about since the moment I saw you.

If you'd just fight like you fuck, you'd've walked out of this room the day I carried you in.

When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.