Quotes About Passion

There is no pretending," Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then.

Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side.

I know it's wrong - God, it's all kinds of wrong - but I just want to lie down with you and wake up with you, just once, just once ever in my life.

I am catastrophically in love with you.

Just kissing? How quickly you dismiss our love.

When Will truly wants something," said Jem, quietly, "when he feels something — he can break your heart.

This is about Tessa. I knew it was." Will flushed, a wash of color across the pallor of this face. "Not just her." "But you love her." Will stared at him. "Of course I do," he said finally. "I had come to think i would never love anyone, but I love her.

He bent to put his cheek against hers. His breath against her ear made her shudder with each deliberately spoken word. "I have wanted to do this," he said, "every moment of every hour of every day that I have been with you since the day I met you.

The passion for finding the system in experience, replacing surprise with order, is a persistent part of human nature...Science came to mean the elimination of surprise. It outlawed miracles, because miracles are above all unexpected.

Have the courage of your desire.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.

Hate is by far the greatest pleasure; men love in haste, but detest in leisure.

Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

Love in full life and length, not love ideal, No, nor ideal beauty, that fine name, But something better still, so very real...

As if her veins ran lightning

Prometheus-like from heaven she stole The fire that through those silken lashes In darkest glances seems to roll, From eyes that cannot hide their flashes: And as along her bosom steal In lengthened flow her raven tresses, You'd swear each clustering lock could feel, And curled to give her neck caresses.

Zda si? by? ?yw? -gdyby nie to oko, Gdzie ju? nie ?wieci ni ?za, ni nami?tno??, Gdzie mieszka zimna, wieczna oboj?tno??.

Nothing is work unless you'd rather be doing something else.

Sex is a poor substitute for love, but it's not a bad substitute for tennis.

I'll give up this sort of touring madness certainly, but music-everything is based on music. No, I'll never stop my music.

Wherefore with my utmost art I will sing thee, And the cream of all my heart I will bring thee.

Marriage is based on the theory that when man discovers a brand of beer exactly to his taste he should at once throw up his job and go work in the brewery.