Quotes About Passion

I barely brushed towards her cheek as I moved towards her mouth, her nails tickled my chest, driving me insane. Kissing her became my single reason for breathing.

Love, really? We're vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak.

In the end, you have to make love to your story and see what happens.

And this, my friends, is how love f*cks up your life.

He regretted nothing. Not the way she'd felt in his arms and not the way he'd felt in hers.

Mislaid flame of tender emotionsRekindled.Together we live to the point of tears, I wouldn't want it any other way.

Her touch is like doing simple mathWhen she sleeps in the bed, subtracting clothesThere is a red ink, like a sparkling red wine, adding colorsDividing body, remembering gods, without multiplying

I write about love all the time, what a tragedy those stories turn into.

Love is a complex, wild feelings that can't be tamed using the whip of what is right and what is not.

I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think about you!

I wish I could hold you, " she continued bitterly, "till we were both dead!

Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio. des fieri sentio et excrucior.I hate and I love. You may ask, why I do this. I do not know. But I sense that I do and it pains me.

Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.

The only thing that can fall in Love is Love

What haunts me most about her eyes is the pain I put in them... In the corner of my dark soul Her passion is dark like a kohl She is giving new meaning to these feelings She is complete she is whole.

Your love is not really love until you waste it, a kiss is never a kiss until you taste it..

If I love one lover, ...I have loved many more.

when you love someone from the bottom of your heart then everyday seems to be like 14th of february

Somehow they were entwining without touch, following a choreography laid down in time for lovers.

But when you kiss me there's a spark, and I can't remember I'm only food to be consumed like an apple and not loved like a woman.

The feeling of being hurt, is the proof that you are in love.

Falling in love is like leaping from a cliff. Your brain screams that it's not a good idea and that hurt and pain will inevitably come to you. But yourheart believes you can soar, glide and fly.

the sapphire depthof my own love...startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.

Love crosses the sky on a peculiar disturbing night.