Quotes About Passion

I never knew I could hate someone as deeply as I do you." "I often help others discover the outer limits of their hatred. It's a talent of mine.

Admit it, love, you like it when I'm a little bad....

When she absently worried her bottom lip with one of her adorable little fangs, he sighed. The Enemy of Old fucking sighed . Dear gods, it'd finally happened to him. Happiness. Then his own fangs sharpened.I will kill anyone who tries to take this feeling away from me.

If you touch me like that again, Evangeline," he began in a husky tone, dropping to his seat once more, "in the space of a heartbeat, I will have you off this bike and onto the closest horizontal surface. And I woan be picky, no.

You've maddened me for you...have changed everything. So, I'm going to f*ck you long and hard, beauty, because if I'm to be enslaved by you-I want to be your master as well.

Gods, I love it when you talk mathy to me.

Tell the truth. Sing with passion. Work with laughter. Love with heart. 'Cause that's all that matters in the end.

Working for love is a curse. Working from love is a ministry.

Passion always looks like sacrifice to people who are not in love.)

People were suddenly subject to the curse, which caused them to perform for identity instead of operating out of their identity. This has led to all sorts of perversions - people working for love instead of from love, for instance, and men and women measuring their relationship with God by their disciplines instead of by their passion.

The goal of any gift of the Spirit is to build trust and help people grow in God. No gift of the Spirit should be used to destroy people's reputations, kill their passion for God or steal their identity.

We cannot be tempted with something we have no desire for.

When we set our hearts on fire, demonic predators stay out of our camp,

Instead of answering, I just wrapped my arms around him and kissed him for all I was worth. Because when you meet The One, you just know.

But I hardly hear anyone, because Trevor is kissing me and whispering, over and over, "I love you, Chas. I love you, I love you, I love you.

As a matter of fact, yes," I lie. "I love classical piano. Beethoven and, uh…those other guys." He cocks an eyebrow. "Name two pieces." "Um…'Piano Man' by Billy Joel." "Oh, God." "And 'Tiny Dancer' by Elton John." He grins suddenly, and his face, which is already too nice of a face, transforms into gorgeous.

It looks like he's seducing the music out of the piano, and though I know nothing about piano performance, I can see that to be great, a pianist has to do just that… seduce the instrument, win it over, become part of the great, beautiful piano and the music itself.

He had all the rough and sultry appeal of Marlon Brando in On the Waterfront. Clive Owen in Sin City. Russell Crowe in everything he did.

Comfort, companionship and realistic expectations…they didn't sound nearly as glam as undying passion, but they were worth a lot more than most people believed

He'd drop by her place later, see if she was still up. If not, he'd stare at her window, because why not, right? He was stupid with love. No shame in that

In most marriages, lust and love become tempered by normalcy.

He was, and is, and always would be, the love of her life.

Solo se puede odiar de verdad a aquellos a los que amas.

If I can't smell your hair at least once a day for the rest of my life, I might have to kill myself.