Quotes About Passion

You just want mixed blood because you took one look at a certain woman and all brain matter went dead," Fen accused. Zev didn't open his eyes or stop feeding. She did make an impression.

Stay with me, Mariko. I want you to stay. That's all Ricco had said. In that voice. The one that whispered over her skin and seeped into her pores to drown her in him. In his will. He left it to her--her choice. Bit then, she was coming to understand, with Ricco Ferraro, she had very little will of her own.

I need to kiss you. I know. I feel it too. Scecsemo, what is it? If you kiss me, there isn't any going back.

Send for Jacques. But go feed before you see him. You made me weak with your lovemaking, and if you'll forgive a little crude Carpathian humor, I'll expect you to bring me home dinner.

I expected steam this time," Jacques said, crushing her to him. "Can you do that?" Shea fit the back of her head into the niche of his sternum. One hand idly slid over the heavy muscles of his chest. "Make us so hot we turn the rain to steam?

There was no point in doing art if you were going to be second-rate.

the only truth left is my drunkenness, my sex, and my art.

Give me smart, young, and angry and I'll move the world.

Old age should burn and rave at close of day.

What humanity wants most is crude sensation. Really? I thought what humanity wanted most was dignity.

And the next evening, when she returns from her life in the daylight, he confesses: I did a lot of thinking today. I can't really be around you...because when I am...all I can think about is how badly I want to kiss you— Unable to conquer his passions, he does kiss her, fiercely, until, bloodlust upon him, he pulls back and reveals his true face: He is her enemy. He is a vampire.

The finest fury is the most controlled.

I'm not as I was but at this present moment I have to say, I feel very envious of someone who's young and active and starting out in the argument. Just think of the extraordinary things that are waiting to be known

this is what I have been telling writing classes for years. You must feel not that you want to but that you have to.

And in these four things, opinion of ghosts, ignorance of second causes, devotion towards what men fear, and taking of things casual for prognostics, consisteth the natural seed of religion; which by reason of the different fancies, judgments, and passions of several men, hath grown up into ceremonies so different, that those which are used by one man, are for the most part ridiculous to another.

In the struggle against that state of affairs criticism is no passion of the head, it is the head of passion. It is not a lancet, it is a weapon. Its object is its enemy, which it wants not to refute but to exterminate.

In another moment, when I had drunk exactly the right amount of champagne, I should have a vision. I took a sip. And now, with extreme clarity, without passion or malice, I saw what Life really is. It had something, I remember, to do with the revolving sunshade. Yes, I murmured to myself, let them dance. They are dancing, I am glad.

I put my genius into my life, not into my art.

If you really have talent, you know, you'll go on writing - whatever people say to you.

My teeth were nice commodities, and I did enjoy having kidneys, but I'd give them all away if someone threatened to take my Slayer albums from me.

Love deeply grounded, hardly is dissembled.

Heavens can witness I love none but you: From my embracements thus he breaks away. O that mine arms could close this isle about, That I might pull him to me where I would! Or that these tears that drizzle from mine eyes Had power to mollify his stony heart, That when I had him we might never part.

As in plain terms (yet cunningly) he crav'd it; / Love always makes those eloquent that have it (II.71-2).

Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.