Quotes About Passion

Love is the worst poison. Love has driven more men to murder than hate or greed ever did. And for love there is no known antidote.

As long as she would have him, the rest of the world could go hang.

He took another deep breath as she laughed, and the vibrations rippled through her body into his. 'I could stay here forever,'he added, almost to himself, as he brushed aside her hair to nuzzle the back of her neck. She raised her head and gave him a sultry look. 'Forever! How many wicked plans do you have?' 'You have no idea,' he murmured, easing away from her. He reached around and began untying her stays.

Fire taps something ancient and vital in each of us, something both snarling and reverential. Fire harkens back to our wilder selves, the parts we let out only when we think no one is looking.

Among other things, he [Thomas] insist he will perish if he cannot take me to Venice and watch me fall into a canal.

I loved them desperately. For four years I lived for them.

We just watched them on TV and I screamed like a maniac. I never thought I could scream at some teenybopper group, but I LOVED them!

I have never treasured any woman the way I treasure you now, this moment. You are all I think of, all I want.

What a hard thing it is to write of love! Easy enough to describe the burning brand of lust, or yearning of infatuation, that yearning that can never be assuaged. But love! There is only the word, and the knowing it.

There had to be more to wooing a woman than feeding cattle, minding the store, tending the bar, and sex. That wasn't a bad combination in getting to know a woman, but now that he knew Jill, he wanted to hang the moon for her, make the stars brighter, and force daisies to grow from frozen ground.

Now tell me, Sawyer O'Donnell, are you more Irish or Hispanic?" "Half and half. Love the Mexican food but also love a good Irish whiskey on occasion. They're both really good lovers, you know. Hot-blooded and stand by their women.

I couldn't even see that woman because I have blinders on when you are around, and every single thought in my head is about you.

In the night I come to you and it seems a shame to waste my deepest shudders on a wall of a man.

Everyone who loves risks losing their heart every minute of every day.

Because, good God, Lily Wellstone had the face of an angel, the body of a goddess, and the spirit of the devil glinting from her eyes. She was a woman worth losing his soul for.

He stopped moving for the space of a heartbeat. He bent his head to her shoulder and rocked his hips, pressing inside her. His hair fell forward around either side of his face, a frame of black, silky where it brushed her collarbone. "I am in paradise." His hips rocked again. She closed her eyes tight. She felt his lips on her cheek and then on her eyelids, placing gentle kisses.

Is it possible?" He could have sworn she was teasing. She shouldn't have the energy for that. "What?" He lay next to her on his stomach, wrung out. Completely and utterly sated and yet thinking of the things he yet wanted to do to her. "You did." Her voice was light, teasing even. "What?" "You begged, my lord." He laughed softly. "To have you make love to me like that, I'll beg you every night of my life, Lady Banallt.

With you it's different. I come like a bloody bull with you. I want to reach inside you and make you feel what I do, to know heaven and hell and pleasure so intense you can't tell if it's agony or pure bliss."..."When I make love to you, I am yours. You own me body and soul.

Oh, my God. They were going to sleep together, with no sleeping involved.

She looked at him, and his eyes locked with hers, and she could not breathe for the need she saw there. A thousand thoughts flashed through his eyes, and he kept them all to himself. She had never known such a self-contained man, so few words and now none when she desperately needed them from him.

He was so much in love with me that I could have asked him for the moon and stars, and he would have gathered them for me.

Love overcame reason...I had rather beg my bread with him than to be the greatest queen christened.

You believe, fervently, that falling in love is the one holy mystery in an otherwise secular life.

I can't take one breath, not one single breath, without knowing that I love you.