Quotes About Passion

There is when making love a moment when the body defies gravity. This is the moment to strive for.

Words are sexier than flesh.

there's nothing in the world more fun than doing something you're good at.

She was a sea: and I had to swim in her.

Give me B movies or give me death!

You'll learn, honey. Love can be the best thing in life. And it can be the worst. The absolute worst.

There are lives lived for love, and lives lived for art. We, happy band, have chosen the later persuasion.

An amalgam of sexual excess and demonic elegance, as likely to fuck you as tear out your heart.

Hell was easy; romance was hard.

I don't like crowds of any kind. A dinner party of more than six people is not, for me, a pleasure. I get less social as I get older... I am very resistant to anything that keeps me away from the business of making these journeys into the fantastique. They are my reason for being on the planet, as far as I can comprehend, and I pursue them to the cost of almost anything.

In my Art I have but one fear: that we will fail to be fearless.

If nothing was worth living for it followed, didn't it, that there was nothing worth dying for either.

No passion, only sudden lust, and just as sudden indifference.

There is in our natures a calamitous hunger for consummation.

Si el amor se alimenta de música, seguid tocando (Shakepeare)

I'll love you until the death of love

The presence of phantoms – everywhere – their faces, ripe with need and unspent passion, trailing their hunger like pollen from flowers that were past their hour but refused to wither and disappear.

Not a classic reunion. The lover, on seeing his beloved, throws up down his shirt. But then, nothing that happened between Jacqueline and myself was ever quite normal.

Men's supply of passion, she knew from long experience, was easily depleted. Though they might threaten to move earth and heaven too, half an hour later their boasts would be damp sheets and resentment.

You've got blood on your hands, and you smell of coitus.

a creature of impulse.

She was liquid; a boundless sea in a single body, a deluge in a small room, and I will gladly drown in her, if she grants me the chance.

There was time for all their miracles now. For ghosts and transformations; for passion and ambiguity; for noonday visions and midnight glory. Time in abundance. For nothing ever begins. And this story, having no beginning, will have no end

She turned his