Quotes About Passion

If you're dedicated to becoming an author, nothing I can say here will stop you. But if you're not, nothing I can say will make you one.

Through people locked together crotch to crotch, face to face, crotch to face, crotch to ass, and ass to face, I dig a pit.

Después de haber estado en el club de la lucha, ver partidos de fútbol americano por televisión es como ver películas porno cuando podrías estar follando a lo grande.

When she's in love, nothing can make her sad; however, when she's not in love, nothing can make her happy.

My goal is to be an engine of excitement in people's lives.

Das Quietschen von Bettfedern, das Klatschen von Haut auf nackter Haut, das alles war ein biologisches Versprechen, dauerhafter als jedes Ja-Wort.

Write what you'd like to read.

You are your own favorite hobby. You're an expert on you.

What Marla loves, she says, is all the things that people love intensely and then dump an hour or a day after. The way a Christmas tree is the center of attention, then, after Christmas you see those dead Christmas trees with the tinsel still on them, dumped alongside the highway.

hate is a form of passionate attachment, and to be despised seems better than to be unknown.

Just because it's anal intercourse doesn't mean it's not love.

As I readied these luxuriant ablutions, my dearest Katherine said, 'Webster, my darling, the pints of love essence you erupt at the peak of oral passion taste more intoxicating than even the richest European chocolate.' My beloved belched demurely into her fist, swallowed and said, 'All women should taste your delicious emissions.

How could you ever bring yourself to love so deeply if you truly knew how brief a lifetime can be?

It's an amazing feeling to think that people actually took time out of their lives to learn the words to our music. The adulation and sound of the crowd can be overwhelming, but the idea is to perform like you're performing for one person. Whether you're performing for 3 people or 30,000, you have to be 100 percent there. By

She gets on her tippy-toes and kisses him. Long, slow, deep. The kind of kiss where you can feel little pieces of your soul trading places as mouths open and breath mingles.

I would straight up fuck a snowman right now, she says. Just to cool down. - Miriam Black

Emotionally she's a garage full of cats on fire.

I can't choose any one thing. Why do I have to live only one life and be resigned to doing one thing?

Nothing except the desire between them, the ground below them, the night above.

the kind of energy that could power a mountain village for the better part of a year, the kind of energy that reminded them both that their love was vigorous and eternal, lust-slick and heart-strong, as bright as starlight, as loud as thunder, and dirtier than a gas station bathroom.

It's like some real Romeo and Juliet business, except like, if Romeo and Juliet sucked really really bad.

HELLO. I AM ENJOYING THIS HUG, TOO. HUG HUG HUG. A HUG IS LIKE VIOLENCE MADE OF LOVE.

that glam-band dream-balladry of that Argentine band that Evil Elvis used to listen to (Babasónicos!).

Nothing in life was ever clearly drawn, obviously just, or totally emotionally satisfying, but the moment-to-moment stuff of reality featured infinitely more complication, sleaze, struggle, true beauty, unfairness, profundity, passion, and depth of consciousness than she, in her frantic struggle to be somebody other than her unspectacular self, had been previously aware of. page 302