Quotes About Passion

The vainest woman is never thoroughly conscious of her beauty till she is loved by the man who sets her own passion vibrating in return.

I am a man-pen. I feel through the pen, because of the pen.

Some men would rather be photographed with their fish than with their wives.

I closed my own jazz bar so I could be a man who can write novels as I like. I was pleased about that. This pleasure was connected to the pleasure of writing.

A man of but mediocre talent who is furiously driven by deep desire will get somewhere. He who doesn't desire deeply isn't hurt much by failure.

Men prefer the false due to habit, passion, will. Preference for truth is rare. Men are ruled by their fear of truth.

No man ever followed his genius till it misled him.

All good art is an indiscretion.

For you to ask advice on the rules of love is no better than to ask advice on the rules of madness.

They who love dancing too much seem to have more brains in their feet than in their head.

Lovers' quarrels are the renewal of love.

The anger of lovers renews their love.

For those who can do it and who keep their nerve, writing for a living still beats most real, grown-up jobs hands down.

Tanta juventud gozándose en sí misma, abrazados sobre la cama y yo con mi uniforme de niña de las monjas, moviéndome sobre tu cuerpo enfundado en un pantalón blanco, llenándonos de besos cuando todo estaba comenzando.

Isabel se sacó los pantalones y los dejó con sus zapatos. Introdujo su mano derecha entre el calzón y la piel y palpó con una sensualidad apaciguada su vello púbico. Se

I knew that love would not turn the silver devil into an angel. He would remain what he was--subtle yet childish, unfeeling yet passionate, lost irretrievably to everything but his own desire. But he loved me--and I loved him, now and forever.

She stared at him breathlessly, seething. It was like hurling herself against a wall of granite, she thought disjointedly; fighting against him hurt her. But if she yielded to the unreasoned impulse of her love at this moment and flung herself into his arms in contrite tears, she would never come so close again to the citadel in his soul that he let no one approach unscathed.

Between the sheets he is a monarch, a very god.

Then, with sensation of plunging into an unknown sea, I moved to lay my lips on his, unurged, uninvited, kissing him for the first time entirely of my own will.

He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. "I thought I'd die for wanting you.

Since you're probably going to die, you might as well know- I love you nearly as much as I hate you." His eyes fluttured just once as he murmured, "Me too.

In fact, all of your theological concepts may only serve to cool the fire of love in the will.

The nerds are my favourite sort of boys - any guy with a passion - whether it be physics or film or writing or poetry even, I think it's super sweet and it's very attractive for a female.

There is no poet, black or otherwise, writing with as much wicked candor and passion." Terrance Hayes on Wanda Coleman