Quotes About Passion

The man was committing all sorts of crimes here. Thievery of her heart. Kidnapping of her common sense, and maybe even first-degree murder of her righteous anger.

Love gives us power, makes us risk everything we have, everything we are. Love is not for the weak. It's for the strong.

I've married a man who is so afraid of living, he'd rather destroy the very thing that makes him feel alive.

His life was totally out of control. And it had never felt so right.

Oh, she knew it. Apparently, she had a type. The kind of men who didn't care what trouble—or death—might be waiting for them. Who turned their face to it and charged ahead. The kind of men who died for what they believed in. The kind of men who would break her heart.

With all great loves there is first a great struggle

Scott stood by the bedside, looking down at her. Then he spread his hands, revealing the fine tremors there. 'Look what you do to me. You make me weak.' Grace reached out a hand and touched his ridged stomach. 'You're the strongest man I know,' she said softly, feeling the shift and clench of muscle under her fingers as she stroked them down to his belt. She tugged at it. 'I want you.

Her mouth trembled and parted and she began to gasp in light, shallow breaths that made her flushed breasts quiver deliciously, invitingly… He bent and touched a stiff pink nipple experimentally with his mouth, very gently. She jerked and cried out, exploding beneath him in a series of violent convulsions that almost unseated him.

The taste of him exploded inside her mouth, filling her senses with an intoxicating warmth and aroma that had nothing to do with the amount of brandy he had consumed. He made sounds-rough, greedy, indistinct sounds that vibrated through her tissues, his lips and teeth and tongue consuming her with his passion.

Finally, when she was shaking so much that he staggered with the violence of her pleasure, he drove her back against the wall and took her as she stood, careless of the clothes that bunched between them, oblivious to everything but the primitive, driving force that had conquered him far more devastatingly than he had conquered her.

Parents, it seems, have an almost Olympian persistence when it comes to suggesting more secure and lucrative lines of work for their children who have the notion that writing is an actual profession. I say this from experience.

I never thought very many people in the world were very much like John Laroche, but I realized more and more that he was only an extreme, not an aberration - that most people in some way or another do strive for something exceptional, something to pursue, even at their peril, rather than abide an ordinary life.

Orchid hunting is a mortal occupation.

It's not really about collecting the thing itself," Laroche went on. "It's about getting immersed in something, and learning about it, and having it become part of your life. It's a kind of direction." He stopped on the word "direction" and chortled. "If anybody had a plant I didn't have, I made sure to get it. It was like a heroin addiction. If I ever had money I would spend it on plants.

Quoting Althea Warren, librarians should "read as a drunkard drinks, or as a bird sings or a cat sleeps or a dog responds to an invitation to go walking, not from conscience or training, but because they'd rather do it than anything else in the world.

As she said in a speech to a library association in 1935, librarians should "read as a drunkard drinks or as a bird sings or a cat sleeps or a dog responds to an invitation to go walking, not from conscience or training, but because they'd rather do it than anything else in the world.

To desire orchids is to have a desire that will never be, can never be, fully requited. A collector who wants one of every orchid species on earth will certainly die before even coming close.

Orchid hunting is a mortal occupation. That has always been part of its charm, Laroche loved orchids, but I came to believe he loved the difficulty and fatality of getting them almost as much as the flowers themselves.

Being an orchid hunter has always meant pursuing beautiful things in terrible places.

You have to simply love writing, and you have to remind yourself often that you love it.

fiction fiends.

when a man falls in love with orchids, he'll do anything to possess the one he wants. It's like chasing a green-eyed woman or taking cocaine.… it's a sort of madness.…

wanted librarians to simply adore the act of reading for its own sake, and perhaps, as a collateral benefit, they could inspire their patrons to read with a similarly insatiable appetite.

In fact, Perry was passionate, but his passion was exclusively for libraries, and he judged people by whether or not they shared his passion.