Quotes About Passion

I'm a writer first and a woman after.

Last night I spent in her arms - and tonight I hate her - which being interpreted, means that I adore her; that I cannot lie in my bed and not feel the magic of her body. I feel more powerfully all those so-termed sexual impulses with her than I have with any man. She enthrals, enslaves me - and her personal self - her body absolute - is my worship.

I long to do wild, passionate things.

What I feel for you can't be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise — it beats words. It beats worlds.

To be alive and to be a 'writer' is enough.

I want so to live that I work with my hands and my feeling and my brain. I want a garden, a small house, grass, animals, books, pictures, music. And out of this, the expression of this, I want to be writing (Though I may write about cabmen. That's no matter.) But warm, eager, living life — to be rooted in life — to learn, to desire, to feel, to think, to act. This is what I want. And nothing less. That is what I must try for.

Only boring people are bored.

Muses had a way of killing those whom they inspired.

C'est comme une furie en moi, une perversion qui me pousse à désirer ce que je méprise le plus au monde.

Ritos y deseo, ¡así se construye una pareja! Se

No debo de estar hecha para vivir grandes historias de amor.

Love's opposite is not hatred, it's indifference

Think how your life would be changed if you passionately longed for and lived every day as if this would be the moment Jesus would return!

My job as a writer is simple. Write a book I'm proud of, and present it as a gift to the world. Some will love it. Some will hate it. That's the nature of art.

Even if I were half dead, drugged to the gills, deaf, dumb, and blind, I would know you were here. How can you expect me to rest when you arouse such madness in me?

Adieu the clang of war's alarms! To other deeds my soul is strung, And sweeter notes shall now be sung; My harp shall all its powers reveal, To tell the tale my heart must feel; Love, Love alone, my lyre shall claim, In songs of bliss and sighs of flame.

Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

moment." Ashton rose from his chair.

Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

The warmth that went through her could not be laid entirely to a hot blush. "You, sir, have a very evil imagination!" "Nay, madam," he denied. "Vivid, aye! But nothing about you is evil, and that's all I think about." -Erienne & Christopher

I can't leave you alone." He touched his lips to the smoothly rising slope of her shoulder. "The thought of you stumbles the beat of my heart and arouses such a hunger in me that I must seek you out or groan beneath the torture of it. You have chained me to you, Erienne. The beast is your slave." -Lord Saxton

I am trapped in darkness, Erienne. I can only come to you when the night will hide my face, and yet there grows in me a craving to take you in my arms while the sun is high, when I can see you flushed and warm with passion. 'Tis my hell that I must be a beast of the night." -Lord Saxton

Aye, milord." She snuggled close to him, but his low, wheezing laughter made her draw back again to try to see the eyes that were only a dark shadow behind the silken cloth. "Something amuses you?" "Sleep! 'Twill be impossible with you in my arms." "Shall I go?" she questioned, resting a hand on his chest. "Never!" He caught her to him in a fierce embrace, burying his face against her throat. -Erienne & Lord Saxton

If you're not aware of it yet, madam, I'm rather single-minded in my pursuits. You're the woman I want, and I'll not be satisfied until I have you." "Christopher, Christopher," she groaned. "When will you ever accept the fact that I'm a married woman?" "Only when I can claim you as my wife." -Christopher & Erienne