Quotes About Passion

Othman willed her face to turn to him. He could see she was anxious, uncertain, but recognised within her eyes a hunger for him.

Avirzah'e's enthusiasms do tend to run away with him in their jaws, you must admit!

Tamara's heart clenched in her chest, a desperate muscle.

Blue is the colour of strong passion and creativity, while green associated with the heart is seen as representative of generosity and kindness.

Her gaze travelled down his chest to the dark coins of his nipples, which seemed to call for a halo of lips to encircle them, for eager teeth to bite them.

He burned with vitality, and an energy that needed release in activity.

This man was hers. She could have him whenever she wanted to.

Delmar was almost fishlike in his dank lack of passion, and his ocean eyes were empty of expression. He came alive only in his element, or in the throes of a trance.

My mood swayed between a desire to weep and a cool, steely anger.

They danced together, bodies close, belly-grinding to the rhythm, invoking the demands of lust.

Silently, Leeth suffered with the weight of her love for Ays. It seemed like a strangling python, which had wrapped her in a suffocating embrace, and whose coils were too thick and numerous to escape.

No woman had aroused him as much since Ishtahar. Perhaps she was really telling the truth about herself.

Melandra felt the moist heat of the woman's sweet, spicy breath upon her lips. Her whole body tingled as if it was being stroked by loving hands. Melandra closed her eyes. Her lips met those of the nameless woman and for a timeless, endless moment, they kissed like lovers.

How was it possible to own such power? Khaster knew Tayven wanted him, so he couldn't refuse. Was this any better than what Bayard had done earlier? He couldn't tell. He just wanted to taste those lips.

It is an addictive substance, life.

In her heart, she had always seen him this way: virile, handsome and nervy with energy.

Do not love him, for his ice will extinguish your fire.

I make no distinctions concerning gender, at least not when desire is invoked.

Sing a lust song," Bayard said. "Sing it for me.

Othman sensed that, had he wanted to, he could have had Owen now, but it was not the time. The kiss was enough: deep, pervading, the first offering of the greatest passion.

She has a hot, dark air about her. It's frustrated virginity, you know.

The kiss was an enchantment; oddly chaste, yet steaming with repressed desire.

Her feelings about Taropat and Shan confused her. She was not in love with Shan, but delighted in his body and his friendship. With Taropat, it was another, darker matter. It would be so easy to give in and let the feelings spill out, in all their awful intensity. No matter how much she tried to reason with herself, every day the feelings deepened.

I love telling stories, so I was hopelessly seduced.