Quotes About Passion

Her affections had continually been fluctuating but never without an object.

He luchado en vano y no quiero luchar más. No puedo contener mis sentimientos. Permítame que le diga cuán ardientemente la admiro y la amo.

Åžiirin aÅŸk? yok etme yeteneÄŸini ilk kim keÅŸfetti merak ediyorum doÄŸrusu.' -'Åžiiri hep aÅŸk?n g?das? olarak düÅŸünürdüm.' dedi Darcy. -'SaÄŸl?kl?, güçlü, iyi bir aÅŸk için doÄŸru olabilir. Zaten güçlü olan her ÅŸeye her ÅŸey iyi gelir. Ama eÄŸer, zay?f, c?l?z bir eÄŸilimse tatl? bir sone açl?ktan öldürür onu.

En vano he luchado. No servirá. Mis sentimientos no serán reprimidos. Debe permitirme que le diga cuanto la admiro y la amo.

No sé querer a la gente a medias, no es mi manera de ser. Mis afectos son siempre extremadamente intensos.

nu cred ca pot trai intre oameni care nu iubesc muzica. Nu pun nicio alta conditie, dar, pentru mine, fara muzica viata nu ar avea culoare.

If I loved you any less, I could talk about it more

He must love somebody.

Never trust someone who can't enjoy music [...] you can guarantee that they're only half alive.

In January 1912 Leonard proposed marriage. She was unable to answer directly and he pressed further in a passionate letter: 'It isn't, really it isnt, merely because you are so beautiful – though of course that is a large reason & so it should be – that I love you: it is your mind & your character – I have never known anyone like you in that – wont you believe me?

Just because I want to bury my face between your breasts and stay there for a fortnight doesn't mean I want to marry you.

And then there was him, the long and painful love of her life.

Im used to being adored, but i have no interest in being adored. If you want me to fall in love with you, ignore me, pique my interest by being completely uninterested.

He turned and pulled her in, placed his hands on the sides of her face and gazed into her eyes, his head moving closer and closer----she still couldn't say anything, couldn't think of anything other than his mouth landing on hers.

She had married him because she felt sage, because she'd had enough pain to last her a lifetime, and because although he had many faults, faults she was aware of before she married him, she knew he wouldn't hurt her. She knew because there was no passion, and the only time she had felt passion, it had come with a price.

It was everything I had dreamed of, his hands snaking through my hair, my own wrapped around his back, unable to believe I had been given license to touch this boy I had loved for so long, license to hold him, to slip my tongue in his mouth, listen to him sigh with pleasure.

I believed our touching to be more intense because of it's very holding back. Belief is always a choice.

She was the child with the flashlight under the duvet late into every night. She would breeze through a book in a day and a half, then read it six more times.

I suppose you can't help who you fancy, can you? And that was the bottom line, I fancied Nick. Fancied him more than I'd fancied anyone in years, and somehow, when someone gives you that tingly feeling in the pit of your stomach, you stop thinking about the rights and wrongs, the shoulds and should nots, and you just go with it.

If she went with him, she'd enjoy Kahil's revenge. She'd welcome the humiliation as it would be at his hands, in his hands, with his body.

vehemence, however, that she broke through the barriers

She made love to break love.

she stretched and yawned, a suggestion of desire informing all her nerves. Extraordinary…not that she should feel desire but that she should not have felt it, consciously, for years.

You loved the world for its own sake or not at all.