Quotes About Passion

Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.

Justice itself tends to be corrupted by political passion.

Poets find truth by writing about what they love.

Have you ever met a man who looked so damn delicious that you wanted to sop him up with a hot buttermilk biscuit and inhale him in one gulp?" "Why, yes, I have," Doris said. That was a shocker. "Really? What happened?" "I married him.

I think we love who we love and there's not a damn thing that can be done about it.

That's the kind of dress that belongs on the floor, all wrinkled up, with the zipper broken and the sleeves torn. That dress isn't right for you at all. In fact, I think you should take it off right now.

I love you, Daisy. I love you so much I hurt.

Be quiet, or I swear to God I'll take you right here

He wanted to protect her and fuck her and comfort her and destroy her all at once. The chaos of his emotions coiled around his pain, deepening the agony.

You don't live life. You act it.

He tunneled his dirty hands through her hair and kissed her breathless. Her neck, her eyes, the corners of her mouth. He kissed her lips as if his life depended on it. Kissed their future into her. All they could have and all they could be.

Damn, I love you," Dallie murmured. "My sweet little Fancy Pants, driving me half crazy, nagging me to death." He kissed her again, long and slow. "You're almost the best thing that ever happened to me." "Almost?" she murmured against his lips. "What's the best?" "Being born good-looking." And then he kissed her again.

There's no accounting for the mysteries of the human heart

Their kisses had gone on and on—cheeks, neck, mouth, and tongue. Seconds . . . minutes . . . hours. Then they'd start all over again. Adults were too fixed on the final goal to take that kind of time. Only teenagers afraid of the next step exchanged kisses that lasted forever.

Just looking at you shines sunlight on every moment I live. Before I knew you, I wasn't even alive. I thought I knew what I wanted, but I didn't have any idea. You barged into my life and changed it forever. I love you, I admire you, I lust after you, I adore you...

Love, I've discovered is a transient emotion best satisfied by a good fuck.

A couple of nights ago I had an erotic dream about Edward Norton.

I love being inside you, and touching your face, and opening my eyes so I know it's really you. And after we're finished, I go into a fever thinking about a day when I can leave myself inside you. When I'll steal the soap and turn off the water so I stay there... inside you... part of you.

Zar mu se to doga?a? Zar osje?a bol zbog emocija koje ga rastapaju?

Uhm, Kevin..." "Be quiet, or I swear to God I'll take you right here." Yes, this was definitely Forced Sex. Thank goodness .

A Colin el whisky se le removió en el estómago. Ella se quebraría antes que doblegarse un ápice. Tuvo ganas de sacarla a rastras del salón y quitarle su obstinación a besos.

Her throat tightened as she reminded herself that she might have been making love, but he had been having sex. She

Sweet spoils won on a silken battlefield. Every inch belonged to him, and he would take it as he wished.

De repente, las rodillas de Georgie empezaron a temblar. A temblar de verdad. Un temblor de terremoto, sólo que aquel terremoto se estaba produciendo en su interior. Se había enamorado de él.