Quotes About Passion

Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

You're not making too much of this. You will love her until the stars fall.

They 'possess each other like demon lovers, alternately clinging together as one and then separating in furious mutual rejection. They encircle one another in a bond of steel …

At its Greek root, "to believe" simply means "to give one's heart to." Thus, if we can determine what it is we give our heart to, then we will know what it is we believe.

When I would begin to apologize for my spotty education, stating that I often felt that my passionate, haphazard reading has given me some of the faults of the autodidact, he would speak up and praise my "native intelligence." Those were healing words for me to hear...

Aaron looked hastily away. One innocent smile, and in his mind, he'd kissed her, stripped her and had her whispering his name between frenzied moans.

Do you know what frustrates me?" he asked. "What?" "How badly I want to kiss you. I hate your mouth. I love your mouth. When you talk all that blather, it's the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

We had one of those Friday dates that turned into an entire weekend, and by the end of it, I loved him so much my larynx ached. Vulnerable love, incorrigible love. Love in which he was both the nausea and the sodium bicarbonate.

This, Mrs Munroe, is the scent of intoxication and desire. The perfume of seduction.

Is there anything more haunting than the ambitions of youth?

A young woman on the cusp of her sexual awakening is a powerful creature.' She

It was cool, his finger, being made of titanium, and he used it to stroke her, first on the outside, running it over her pubic hair until she began to moan, and then sliding it inside her.

the heart shaped bullet

I have to write. It's not an option. When I write, I am literally building myself a place in which to live. Once I'm firmly established within the narrative I pop awake in the morning and it's the first thing I think about. Not in an analytical way, as in "Oh, I haven't really reached the crisis point and it's already page 200—I'd better work on that." It's very much just running towards and into the place I most want to be.

A spark can become a flame, a flame a fire.

In some of us there's a fire that burns too brightly. It makes us feel things differently, painfully—even great joy. To feed that fire too often, to make the flames too strong is to destroy yourself. Ye burn and burn and burn. 'Tis too painful to live that kind of life. Yet 'tis beautiful, too. Too beautiful for words or thought, too beautiful to look upon. Ye can climb to the heavens on the colors of those flames, but ye can also fall into darkness without end.

Put your heart, mind, intellect, and soul even to your smallest acts. This is the secret of success. —Sivananda Saraswati

and he kneaded her.

People in love always make fools of themselves.

Seems to me the basic conflict between men and women, sexually, is that men are like firemen. To men, sex is an emergency, and no matter what we're doing we can be ready in two minutes. Women, on the other hand, are like fire. They're very exciting, but the conditions have to be exactly right for it to occur. ~Jerry Seinfeld

I want to take you until you are boneless. I want to drain you of strength. I want to fill you and take my fill of you. My dear, Ivy, I want to devour you. I want your juices on my toung, flooding my mouth. I want your wetness on my face, your scent covering me. I want your blood in my veins.

She decided she could keep her face as stoic as her husband usually kept his. And then Lady Agnes wrapped her hands in Dominic's hair. Cass narrowed her eyes, tightened her grip on the edges of the saddle. She loved the feel of his hair, those satiny strands beneath her palms, the silvery mass of it twined about her fingers. Damn the woman, that was her territory, her favorite way of touching him. The

If you ask me what I want, I'll tell you. I want everything.

Find out what you like doing best and get someone to pay you for doing it. - Katherine Whitehorn Don't