Quotes About Passion

It's such a silly little thing, the heart.

I can smell the sex on her. I hope she smells the love on me.

Whether it's sleeping or playing video games or riding my bike or studying. Giving my brain up. That's what's important.

It's no secret that people will give their lives, or take the lives of others, in support of what they believe. Often the less actual evidence that exists in support of an ideology, the more likely a person is willing to die for the cause.

everyone can love art, music, poetry, politics, engineering, science, and math all at the same time.

Often the less actual evidence that exists in support of an ideology, the more likely a person is willing to die for the cause.

A man has two primary drives in early adulthood: one toward power, success, and accomplishment; the other toward love, companionship, and sex.

she regarded with an astonishment that had in it a mild degree of amusement the violence of the feelings which it stirred in her.

I write at high speed because boredom is bad for my health.

But if I could choose how and when I wanted to die, I would want to be an eighty-year-old man shot by a jealous young husband who had caught me in bed with his teenage wife.

Meanwhile, I haven't had sex in so long I can't remember who brings the handcuffs.

wanted to sleep with Beth tonight, but I didn't want to get involved tomorrow. On

I'd obviously fallen hard, but the reality was that we had not a single thing going for us outside of Cuba. Holiday romance can be intense, but as the old song said, too many moonlight kisses seem to cool in the warmth of the sun

El enamorado es sincero hasta cuando miente.

Any love is condemned to suffer a murderous persecution. We are impotent of feeling and do not forgive other people's love. So don't let anyone know that you love.

sentiu que não há nenhum raciocínio possível contra uma paixão.

Over your breasts of motionless current, over your legs of firmness and water, over the permanence and the pride of your naked hair I want to be, my love, now that the tears are thrown into the raucous baskets where they accumulate, I want to be, my love, alone with a syllable of mangled silver, alone with a tip of your breast of snow.

Wearing away our lips from kissing each other's souls

If the fire of the love to you wouldn't dry them the floods of tears for you would sweep me away And if the water from my two eyes wouldn't come to my aid the fire of the grief over you would burn my heart wailing

We do not wait for inspiration. We work because we've jolly well got to. But when all is said and done, we toil at this particular job because it's turned out to be our particular job, and in a weird sort of way I suppose we may be said to like it.

Why do you want to become an author? I will accept only one answer. If it is because you feel you can write better than you can do anything else then go ahead and do it without frills and flourishes. Stick to your present job and write in your spare time: but do it as if it is a whole time job.

She's extremely common, but that doesn't matter. Lots of common people are charming. Like bounders. I believe no woman ever falls passionately in love with a man unless he has just the least touch of the bounder somewhere in his composition.

tears' after he told her simply: 'It's all up.'26 Churchill was the exception. He told Violet Asquith on 22 February 1915: I think a curse should rest on me – because I love this war. I know it's smashing & shattering the lives of thousands every moment – & yet – I can't help it – I enjoy every second

Passant par la maison, la maison de Laylâ, Je baise ce mur-ci, cet autre, et celui-là. Est-ce d'aimer les murs que tu perds la raison? Non pas les murs, mon coeur : les gens de la maison.