Quotes About Passion

I feel something for you, some dangerous thing, some volatile thing.

A kiss isn't terminal. It is the way you do it.

I love you. I don't know when it started, years ago or weeks. But I know my heart's lost to you, and I wouldn't have it another way. You're what I want, all there is of you.

If love doesn't make a fool of us, what will?

He was a wild one as a lad, and there's a look about him that says he could be again. Kathy sighed. I've always had a soft spot for a wild heart in a man. Have you no sweetheart in the States then, Jude? No. She thought briefly of William. Had she ever considered her husband her sweetheart? No one special. If they're not special, what would the point be?

Matt's brother and the blond cook spent a good portion of last season tangling the sheets. Historically, said cook tangled many other sheets with dexterity and aplomb. Aplomb It's a polite way to say she banged often, well and without too much discrimination. That also sounded polite. I was raised well.

Love didn't run on logic. It didn't follow neat lines or a list of priorities.

It does not make you less of a woman to need a man. To need one to exist, yes, this is nonsense. To need one to give one scope and importance, this is dishonest. But to need a man, one man, to bring joy and passion? This is life

I want lots and lots of sex. You really are the woman of my dreams. First round, wet shower sex, after we scrape off a few layers of the Alaskan tundra, then a short and satisfying lunch break. Then a second round of make-the-mattress-sing sex. I feel a tear of gratitude and awe forming in the corner of my eyes. Don't think less of me.

I want you more than I should, she heard herself say. I have you less than I want.

Love is very brave.

Love, nobody inside it knows how the hell to handle it.

If you lived with her, you must have been in love with her.' 'No. I wanted to be in love with her. It's not the same thing at all.

I need to write to be happy.

She pressed her mouth to his throat, his shoulder, would have absorbed him into her skin if she'd known a way.

Love's not some amorphous concept created for books and poetry and not attainable. It's real and vital, and it's necessary. Damn it.

Seduce my mind and you can have my body, Find my soul and I'm yours forever.   —ANONYMOUS

I don't get treadmills. You get all sweaty and go nowhere. Now, sex? You get all sweaty and go everywhere.

I thought it was just a longing for you, and that would be enough for both of us. I do long for you, but it's not enough and it's not all. Oh, this is where I want t be.

Did people never fall in love with anyone who was eager to return in?

Love runs the engine

I'm wanting the hell out of you. Day and night. Her voice was throaty now, dark with need. I guess that makes it handy, since I want the hell out of you too. It doesn't scare you? Nothing about you and me scares me. And what if I said I want you to let me do anything I want to you? Everything? Her heart fluttered to her throat, but her eyes stayed steady. I'd say who's stopping you?

The saddest songs are always about love.

She could hold him close now, touch as she was touched. Taste as she was tasted. The pleasure filled her—the glide of his hands, the heat of his lips, the catch of his breath as they rolled together to find more.