Quotes About Passion

You are the man who made himself a devil, who wishes to be a god, all for love.

There are two things which are mine in this world, You and my Dreams and I love them both by heart and soul....!

I miss the thrill of your self-destructive heart that melts in the sun like chocolate, bittersweet and incandescent.

Love loves anarchy. It loves to wreak havoc. It loves to dance atop the ruins.

Dancing is to music what a beloved wife is to her husband. Both of them are so in love, you can't separate them.

I fit my mouth to his and he tastes like water and smells like fresh air. I drag my hand from his neck to the small of his back and put it under his shirt. He kisses me harder.

You turn me on." He cups my face, brushing my hair away from my eyes and a tear off my cheek.""God, you turn me on. You're driving me crazy. I want you to need my hands on you. Do you?

She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she's going to drag me there herself.

My heart is yours. It beats for no one but you. Do you hear me? Only you."~Jasper White Surrender to Me

He took my hand and held it against his chest, "Feel that? It beats for you.

If there's a better definition of love than mutual benevolent insanity, I haven't heard it.

But if love can be funny and capricious, it can also be strong enough to seem like a sign of insanity.

Addy, living one day without you would never be for the best. I want you every minute of every day. Forever. I love you.

Love has its own dark morality when rivalry enters in.

Sometimes, I think that I love life so much, that I make death jealous...

Some can't handle the fiery poet, how she rips into souls burning words into prose.

One does not become a poet by uttering beautiful words. One becomes a poet by pouring their soul as wine into the Cup of Love.

...what else would a poet priest do on an endless night, but write of love?...

Let us tear down the romantic trappings that have adorned passion. Let us cease believing that the measure of a man's love lies in how stupid he has become or is willing to be.

I love thee, I love but theeWith a love that shall not dieTill the sun grows cold, And the stars grow old

...I think I might die if I don't kiss you right now. A real-life kiss.

I didn't care that we were out in public. I didn't care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime.

The gods were great, but what good was greatness if you didn't love?