Quotes About Passion

My life is in these books. Read these and know my heart.

We do things without knowing entirely why, just because our heart tells us that we must" -Theo

Bah! Books are for nerds.

loathe collectible books anyway. People getting all moony over particular paper carcasses. It's the ideas that matter, man.

And in the end, she had decided she preferred being his creative partner to being his lover. There were so many people who could be your lover, but, if she was honest with herself, there were relatively few people who could move you creatively.

Había pasado muchas horas con aquel hombre durante los últimos seis años. Solo hablaban de libros, pero ¿hay algo en la vida más personal que los libros?

What do you like?" she asks. "Everything else," he says. "I will also admit to an occasional weakness for short-story collections. Customers never want to buy them though.

She never says she loves a book if she doesn't.

Ti?m sách h?p d?n má»™t s? ki?u ng??i. Anh thích nói chuy?n v? sách vá»›i nh?ng ng??i Ä'am mê nó. Anh thích nh?ng t? gi?y. Anh thích c?m xúc chúng Ä'em l?i, anh cÅ©ng thích có má»™t quy?n sách trong c?p n?a. Anh còn thích c? mùi sách má»›i.

At first, he thinks this is happiness, but then he determines it's love. Fucking love, he thinks. What a bother.

Có má»™t câu h?i ta Ä'ã nghÄ© r?t nhi?u, r?ng t?i sao vi?t v? nh?ng th? ta không thích l?i dá»… dàng hÆ¡n vi?t v? nh?ng gì ta yêu nh?.

Are you ready to rock and roll?" "Ah…does that include mortal combat?

Doing films in Latin America is like an act of faith. I mean, you really have to believe in what you're doing because if not, you feel like it's a waste of time because you might as well be doing something that at least pays you the rent.

Great food is like great sex. The more you have the more you want.

Kate was right behind him. When he turned around, she was taken off guard by the power of his nearness. His masculine aura of strength engulfed her; she was suddenly all too aware of the bed nearby. Without warning, the air between them was charged with overwhelming tension. Her heart slammed in her chest. His hard face was shadowed by the candles' glow as he gazed almost wistfully into her eyes. In spite of all his assurances, his hunger for her was palpable in the room, confusing her.

He was known to fall in love six or seven times a day.

In that moment, he had not known which he had wanted more: to gather her onto his lap and comfort her, or to lay her down and ride her into mindless, sweaty ecstasy. He cast off the question with a restless shrug, deciding to do both as soon as he was done here.

Rohan shrugged off the chill, but such eerie thoughts made him all the more glad they had brought him the girl. On so foul a night, it would be good to have a warm body beside him in bed. And beneath him, and on top of him... He cleared his throat, eager to get his hands on her.

But instead of the hearty kiss she had expected, he caressed her lips with his own in tantalizing softness until she moaned. "Oh, I need you to make love to me." "Before we're married?" he teased in a very naughty whisper. "Shocking, Miss Madsen." "You really are a Beast." "And you love me for it." "Yes. With all my heart." She trembled with sheer happiness. He was impossible--- and she wouldn't have him any other way.

I want you. Stop playing games.

She drew his warm, oversized robe closer around her body, suddenly feeling lost, not knowing how to act. "Well, go get dressed," he ordered with a lordly little smile as he noticed her wavering. "How's a man to think with a luscious naked woman lying around? You, my dear, are far too distracting." His smoldering gaze, so full of desire for her, thrilled Kate to the marrow. His glance alone could warm her blood on this cold winter's day.

Do you know where she lives?" "Could get there blindfolded." "Did he just blush?" Tolbert asked Marc as Lucien strode over to his black stallion and swung up into the saddle. "I heard that," he retorted.

As for you, my lady..." "Hmm?" Kate murmured, a flirtatious twinkle in her eyes. "You're not that tired, are you?" he whispered. "Never," she breathed. He let out a hungry growl of laughter, kissed her soundly, and carried her into what would henceforth be their shared bedchamber- then he kicked the door shut behind them.

If we are lucky, we love what we love in part because the object is worth the effort. But sometimes the love itself-the elixir of desire-is enough to bestow the object with the transformative glitter it requires.