Quotes About Passion

A night in the arms of Venus, it was said, led to a lifetime on Mercury.

What do you want? Because if you don't want something, you've got nothing. You are adrift, you are washed away, and then buried under the snow and the shadows. And when, in the spring, the snow melts, no one will remember where you were frozen and buried, and you will no longer be anywhere.

What do you want? Because if you don't want something, you've got nothing.You are drift, you are washed away, and then buried under the snow and the shadows. And then when, in the spring, the snow melts, no one will remember where you were frozen and buried, and you will no longer be anywhere.

What do you want? Because if you don't want something, you've got nothing. You are adrift, you are washed away, and then buried under the snow and the shadows. And when, in the spring, the snow melts, no one will remember where you were frozen and buried, and you will no longer be anywhere.

Find out who you are, and do it on purpose.

O verdadeiro amor é um fogo no coração. É um sentimento alegre e maravilhoso. Uma magnífica agonia. É ser incapaz de comer, de pensar e nem sequer de respirar a menos que se esteja perto do objecto no nosso afecto. É não nos sentirmos completos sem essa pessoa...

I believe it is love, but how does one tell?" Her friend's gaze grew thoughtful. "The signs are usually recognizable. When you love a man, he becomes the center of your world. You yearn to be with him, and when you are not, he is constantly on your mind. He brightens your day. His simplest touch sparks passion in you... a tender look fires a warmth in your heart. Life feels empty without him.

This isn't kissing. This is savoring your taste.

Um beijo a sério é mais do que o encontro dos lábios. É um acasalamento... de boca, língua e respiração... Um conhecimento íntimo.

No, I won't let you go, Marcus thought fiercely. He was conscious of a savage urge to carry Arabella far away from here, captive, in his sole possession, until she finally agreed to wed him and give him her heart.

Abduction is a romantic expression of passion.

She wanted love and passion and lightning bolts in her marriage - the sweet fire only Jack could give her.

Then she kissed him. Her kiss was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

Our kiss was niticlimactic. It wasn't that the kiss was bad, but it was just a note of punctuation in our long conversation, a parenthetical remark made in order to assure each other of a deeply felt agreement, a mutual offer of companionship, which is so much more rare than sexual passion or even love.

Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.

Life without music is a mistake.

As soon as you feel yourself against me you have ceased to understand my position and consequently my arguments! You have to be the victim of the same passion!

I tell you: one must still have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star. I tell you: you have still chaos in you.

Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his blood. Write with blood, and thou wilt find that blood is spirit.

Ich sage euch: man muß noch Chaos in sich haben, um einen tanzenden Stern gebären zu können.

who wants to make it grand or fortify it for the coitus, must rub it before copulation with tepid water, until it gets red and extended by the blood flowing into it, in consequence of the heat; he must then anoint it with a mixture of honey and ginger, rubbing it in sedulously. Then let him join the woman; he will procure for her such pleasure that she objects to him getting off her again.

If we silence those who utter falsehoods, we run the risk of becoming dogmatic, of believing without understanding, or feeling passionate about the evidence supporting our beliefs. We also run the risk that such false beliefs will be given greater credence by the very fact that they are suppressed rather than openly refuted.

If were a shower I could saturate your hair Work my way over your lips Across your shoulders Around your waist Through your knees To the tips of your toes And back again Warm wet salty Sweet

The tragic loneliness black women consistently face as we stand before judgmental others—sometimes white, but sometimes black; sometimes male, but sometimes female—demands that we have some wisdom, experience, and some passion with which to combat this abuse.