Quotes About Passion

Tell me, in storms, that you love me.

I was a star spilled in your arms.

Como suena en mi alma la idea de una noche completa en tus brazos

Te quiero... y me mueves el tiempo de mi vida sin horas.

Es algo de lo eterno al goce del minuto lo que tu empeño busca por la ruta encendida de los claros anhelos.

You're really living, not drifting as so many of us do. How I would like to live an adventure, not just act in one! - Georgie, to Cat

His mouth captured hers, trying to show her with his kiss what he was still learning to express in words. He loved her. He worshipped her. He'd walk across fire for her. He— —still had the audience of her three brothers. Slowly breaking the kiss, he turned his face to the side. Anthony, Benedict, and Colin were still standing in the foyer. Anthony was studying the ceiling, Benedict was pretending to inspect his fingernails, and Colin was staring quite shamelessly.

Love is just a system for getting someone to call you Darling after sex.

The best life for a writer is the life which helps him write the best books he can.

Love was by its very nature disruptive, cataclysmic; and if it was not, then it was not love.

The heart of my life; the life of my heart.

Oliver used to have a theory he called Love, etc.: in other words the world divides into people for whom love is everything and the rest of life is a mere 'etc.,' and people who don't value love enough and find the most exciting part of life is the 'etc.

It may be all right, you may have talked about it and agreed it was all right, but that's not how sex works, is it? It's where the unsayable is king; it's where madness and surprise rule; it's where the cheques you write for ecstasy are drawn on the bank of despair.

There is violence in this supposedly tender heart of mine.

Opera cuts to the chase—as death does. An art which seeks, more obviously than any other form, to break your heart.

Nothing else mattered. Of course there was "the rest of my life," both present (my degree course) and future (job, salary, social position, retirement, pension, death). You could say that I put this part of my life on hold. Except that's not right: she was my life, and the rest wasn't. Everything else could and must be sacrificed, with or without thought, as and when necessary. Though "sacrifice" implies loss. I never felt a sense of loss.

Enforced monogamy is as much to say enforced happiness, which we know is not possible. Unenforced monogamy might seem possible. Romantic monogamy might seem to be desirable. But the first normally collapses back into a version of enforced monogamy, while the second is liable to become obsessive and hysterical. And thereby lies close to monomania. We should always distinguish between mutual passion and shared monomania.

the novel has almost as many forms as there are forms of love and sex.

Work would be something I jogged along with; love would be my life.

He also loved candelabra.

This was how you should love - without fear, without barriers, without thought for the morrow. And then, afterwards, without regret.

In my opinion, every love, happy or unhappy, is a real disaster once you give yourself over to it entirely.

El amor, por su propia naturaleza, era perturbador, cataclísmico; y, si no, no era amor.

When you're young—when I was young—you want your emotions to be like the ones you read about in books. You want them to overturn your life, create and define a new reality.