Quotes About Passion

Titles by J. D. Robb Naked in Death Glory in Death Immortal in Death Rapture in Death Ceremony in Death Vengeance in Death Holiday in Death Conspiracy in Death Loyalty in Death Witness in Death Judgment in Death Betrayal

I'm inside you." He panted it out as he pushed them both to madness. "Everything I am. Body, heart, mind.

She sat down, grinned—and made her lip throb again. "I love you." "Excellent news. You can prove it with lots of sex." "We had sex a few hours ago." "No, we made love a few hours ago—angels surely wept. I want sex for this job, as it's given me a buggering headache trying to straddle your far-famed line. I want mad sex, with costumes—maybe props—and an intriguing story line." "Milking it, pal.

I want you inside me." "You only want one aspect inside you," he murmured.

You want the kick without the intimacy?... You don't need a partner for that. And you have one tonight. I intend to give as much pleasure as I get.

Love struck her, as it did often and without warning. Not the steady day-to-day feeling she'd grown used to, but the hot, wild spurt of it that geysered up and filled her with so many feelings they couldn't be separated. Delight, confusion, possessiveness, lust, and a kind of smugness that butted right up against wonder.

I need to see you again. Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. Roarke, what's going on here? Lieutenant. He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. Indications are we're having a romance. Then he laughed, kissed her again, hard and quick. I believe I could have held a gun to your head and you wouldn't have looked as terrified. Well, you'll have several days to think it through, won't you? She had a feeling several years wouldn't be enough.

couldn't fall out of love with you if I fell all the way to hell.

Everything and all things. That was Eve for him. Nothing he'd ever dreamed of, even in secret in the dirty alleys of Dublin, approached the reality of her. Nothing he possessed could ever be as precious. The taste of her in the cool night, in the pale light, stirred a craving he understood would never be fully sated.

You make romance a dangerous business.

That was the woman he loved, no matter how much she could--and did--infuriate him.

There's no rule to that, Eve. It's just love.

to forging her career. She'd just landed a part in an

Whenever she cried, he thought, it was a storm, a passionate tumult. Rarely were there a few easy, quiet tears for Eve. Rarely was anything easy for Eve.

Erotica so he'd last longer.

But he cannot see a connection between the end of yearning and the end of poetry. Is that what growing up amounts to: growing out of yearning, of passion, of all intensities of the soul?

Auf den Stachel des Begehrens haben wir nur eine Antwort: fangen, einschließen, festhalten.

Teaching was never a vocation for me. Certainly I never aspired to teach people how to live. I was what used to be called a scholar. I wrote books about dead people. That was where my heart was. I taught only to make a living.

From the most beautiful creatures our lust rises... so that the beauty of rose could never die.

Sin embargo, apostaría a que si mañana te ofreciese toda la pasión que necesitas, pasión a carretadas, no tardarías en echar en falta alguna otra cosa.

On the peak of passion, there's no place for doubts.

Sabe bien que Dmitri se burla de él a sus espaldas. Dice que es "el hombre de razón", cuyas pasiones están siempre bajo control. Una vez Dmitri preguntó:"¿Qué mundo sería este si todos aceptáramos el imperio de la razón?". Y respondió: "Un mundo muy, muy aburrido". A él le gustaría replicar: "Tal vez sea aburrido, pero mejor que un mundo sometido al imperio de las pasiones".

Significa que está madurando? ¿En eso se resume madurar: superar los anhelos, la pasión, todas las intensidades del alma?

Truly, the world ought to belong to the singers and dancers!