Quotes About Passion

Amar es destruir, y ser amado es ser destruido.

But, like love, fire didn't last.

I don't want to be safe," he said. "I want to be with you

You're in my bones and my blood and my heart," he said. "I'd have to tear myself open to let you go.

Against his own will, almost, Will felt himself understanding; he would have done anything, he thought, told any lie, taken any risk, to make Tessa love him.

And what do you like to do, little man?" "I like-books," James had said. While standing in the bookshop, with a parcel of books under his arm. The lady had given him a pitying look. "I read-erm-rather a lot," James went on, dreary master of the obvious. King of the obvious. Emperor of the obvious.

And if there were two things he believed were limitless, it was love and imagination.

Magnus said, in a low voice, "And what's that one?" Alec answered, "Stamina." Magnus stared. "Are you serious?" Alec began to grin. "Yeah." "Really, though," Magnus said. "I want to be clear on this. You're not just saying that to be sexy?" "No," Alec answered, his voice husky, and swallowed. "But I'm glad if it is.

To love is to destroy and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.

Will-" "I love you so much, so incredibly much," he went on, "and when you're this close to me, I forget who you are. I forget you're Jem's. I'd have to be the worst sort of person to think what I'm thinking right now. But I am thinking it.

How swiftly you dismiss our love...

There is fire inside us, Emma, and as it blazes, it burns us, and the burning causes pain—but without its light, I cannot see to draw.

Jace was kissing her like he thought he might go to hell for doing it, but it would be worth it.

nothing says 'I love you' like reducing yourself to a smoldering pile of ashes

I loved you from the moment I read them. I love you still.

I've lived a long time," Magnus said. "So many years, and no, it doesn't feel like enough. I won't lie and say it does. I want to live on—partly because of you, Alec. I have never wanted to live so much as I have these past few months, with you.

Love takes your choices away.

This was what people fought wars over, she thought, and killed each other over, and destroyed their lives for: this nerve-shredding mixture of longing and pleasure.

I love you, Clary wanted to say. And, I would do it again. I would always ask for you.

Alec had his arms around Magnus and was kissing him, full on the mouth. Magnus, who appeared to be in a state of shock, stood frozen.

It was a sort of love few other people could understand. It was total and it was overwhelming and it could be cruel.

He lifted the violin to his shoulder then, and raised the bow. And he played.

To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be destroyed

He was standing leaning against the door frame; now he stood up straight. "How should I have kissed you? Is there an other way you like it?