Quotes About Passion

At the end of the parapet, a long black coat lay neatly folded on the wall. At the other end stood my sister and her lover. Tati's arms were wound around Sorrow's neck, her body pressed close to his, as if she would melt into him. His hands were enlaced in my sister's long hair as he strained her slight form against him, white on black. Their eyes were closed; their lips clung; they were lost in each other. It was beautiful and powerful. It was impossible.

I had learned how it felt to want more than the sweet touch of hand to cheek or lips to palm, more than a kiss, more than an embrace. I was starting to discover that it is not only the mind that understands love, but also the body.

Can this be love that twists and tears the heart so? Does love give nothing but the power to hurt each other? Is this what makes the simplest touch blend longing and terror in equal measure? Whatever this is, it feels like a mortal wound.

His touch was like a bard's on his instrument, and it awakened a deep and mysterious music in my body.

You know not, yet, the sort of love that strikes like a lightning bolt, that clutches hold of you by the heart, as irrevocably as death; that becomes the lodestar by which you steer the rest of your life . . . it is in the nature of your kin, to love this way.

You speak like a jealous lover. -Fola to Broichan

Not all of us manage to find that spark. Not all of us keep it alive.

Go armed with your formidable courage, your passion for truth and your strength of heart.

The flame burns in his spirit and he is not afraid.

Si dice che un amore eccessivo susciti un odio cento volte più grande.

Quiero que ella me vuelva loco de celos. Deseo que me haga sospechar que ha ido demasiado lejos. Quiero que haga eso.

Cuanto más le odiaba, tanto más intentaba amarle, y lo conseguía. Estimulada por el apetito sexual, no podía hacer otra cosa.

It's as though your life, on some measures, is validated by the amount of fucking and heartbreaking you have been involved in and also by the number of breasts and clitorises and cocks and inner thighs and mouths you have travelled intimately.

I hate to admit it, but sometimes I think he's right. When you kiss someone, it's the first taste of his mouth that will make or break your heart.

Tal vez correspondiera decir que, más que perder la pasión, la habían congelado de tanto idealizarla.

It was jealousy. Jealousy based on imagination...

Perhaps it would be better to say that, rather than losing their passion, they had frozen it by over-idealizing it.

Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.

He is aware that he feels a vague respect for the woman. Mendoza, at least, had never done the reasonable thing, never settled for less, but held to her one insane passion even as it had dragged her into the flames. Such a valuable quality in a pawn.

The passion I feel for you is more than you're prepared for. - Eric

As I gave my hand to one and then another of the Winter Knights, hoping to forget Kian's kiss in the arms of the other dancers, I could feel Kian's eyes piercing through me, their flame-tinged ice searing through my soul.

In his eyes I could see the same love, the same longing. I wanted to kiss him; I wanted him to kiss me, and I could feel his longing so clearly I could not distinguish between my wanting and his. And in his arms I felt safe, warm, alive.

Love hits you when you least expect it, grabs you, sucks you in whole, and twists you around until you could hardly breathe. Love hurts like a sucker punch, that's both glorious and beautiful. Falling for Summer was like that for me, every time.

It touched me so deeply that my soul felt as if it were being torn open, rent apart by this storm of feelings.