Quotes About Passion

I don't desire anything right now. My desires have frozen in my breast. A lethargy is killing my heart.

My soul is seething, agitated by a certain vague desire, an incomprehensible soul-fluttering, a magical attraction, a hidden pain.

All love is one; it is exactly the same whether it be for wife, son, mother, fatherland, or for an idea, or God.

odies al jugador; odia el juego.

Thus many a melody passed to and fro between the two nightingales, drunk with their passion. Those who heard them listened in delight, and so similar were the two voices that they sounded like a single chant. Born of pain and longing, their song had the power to break the unhappiness of the world.

Para contemplar la belleza de Layla hay que tener los ojos de Majnún.

Posees la llama pero te falta el calor»

No, eso es ser taxidermista. Yo seré médico y pasaré toda mi vida atendiendo al pueblo de Masqat en tiempos de enfermedad, que es lo que debe de hacer un médico. ¡Tú no eres capaz de decidir si quieres ser cirujano, taxidermista, médico o... comadrona con cojones! ¡Quieres hacerlo todo!

He wanted his life to be painted with the strongest colors he could find.

The ultimate message of this book, though, is not that should strive for publication, but that you should become devoted to the craft of writing, for its own sake. Ask yourself what you would do if you knew you would never be published. Would you still write? If you are truly writing for the art of it, the answer will be yes. And then, every word is a victory.

The kind of work that should be the main part of life is the kind of work you would want to do if you weren't being paid for it. It's work that comes out of your own internal needs, interests and concerns.

My marriage to him was as willful an act as I have ever committed; I married him against all the evidence. I married him believing that marriage doesn't work, that love dies, that passion fades, and in so doing I became the kind of romantic only a cynic is truly capable of being.

A woman with romance in her life lived as grandly as a queen, because her heart was treasured.

A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.

And each book has to receive your best effort every single time. No slacking.

I wonder if you can understand, I never really knew what it was to want, until you.

She'd gone past interest, swung into attraction, burst through lust, tripped over affection, and was now skidding out of control into love.

Every time I hear writers talk about 'the muse,' I just want to bitch-slap them. It's a job. Do your job.

I've wanted to be with you when I didn't have the right to.

I wouldn't waste a day, not an hour, not a moment. Take what you want and damn caution. Live, enjoy. Feed ravenously. Or the biggest regret you'll have at the end of your life is wasted time.

You want safe? Find a nice puppy you can train to come heel. Love's supposed to be scary. Because if there's no fear, there's no thrill.

If I don't have twenty or thirty books right here, waiting to be read, I start jonesing. That's my compulsion.

Sex might satisfy, food might fuel, love might sustain, but without coffee, what is the point?

I want a beer. I want a giant, ice-cold bottle of beer and shower sex.