Quotes About Passion

If it is a weak fire, then the wind will be able to extinguish it. If it is a strong fire, then the wind fans its flames and further intensifies the fire. I think the relationship between separation and love is akin to that of wind and fire. False love subsides on account of separation. True love intensifies over a period of separation and smoulders like an inferno!

The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.1

It is difficult to restrain admirers of Shakespeare once they have begun to speak of him.

To die for the one you loved was an effort too sweet for words.

Eros colpisce come il fabbro con il martello sprizzando scintille dalla sfida. Hai spento il mio cuore tra lacrime e lamenti, come si spegne un fuoco incandescente del ruscello.

This woman, this Chef has the ability to transform a dinner into a kind of love affair, a love affair that makes no distinction between the bodily appetite and the spiritual appetite.

It is not that I do not approve. Whatever a man's passion, he must pursue them, unless they offend God.

it's sad day when you forget your purpose in life.

Margaret," she told me time and again, "you may be anything you wish, so long as you're never boring.

He slipped his tongue between her lips and thrust it wantonly inside her mouth over and over, echoing the enticing move of his hips against hers. She clutched him closer, reveling in the feel of him, and the fact that she'd made him moan for her, whisper her name over and over, beg her without words for more. To kiss him more. To touch him more.

It was a chaste kiss, but as her lips brushed his warm cheek, her eyes met his. They were deep and dark, warm with passion and longing. And somehow she knew, without question, what he thought. What he felt. Time held its breath - and in that moment, looking into Buchan's warm, tormented gaze, Tatiana's heart awoke.

With a hoarse moan, he swept her against him, kissing her wildly, passionately, his mouth promising and teasing, as if her kiss had broken the dam that had held back his passion.

Let the wild ruckus commence.

Hathos," I offered finally and then thoughtfully provided the definition. "The pleasure you get from hating something.

I am shaking it, popping it, laying it down and working it out

Finding the book was like kissing a lightning bolt.

A few brief, paltry kisses after so long apart, it wasn't enough. It was a single sip of water offered to a man dying of thirst. He hungered

She recognized that great love carries a price of great torment if it ends, but it also bestows a greater and more valuable gift.

Love that defied trite words or even description, that carried with it tenderness and passion and laughter and friendship. Love that made her eyes sparkle and her breath stop when she saw him and imbued life with more meaning and more purpose.

He wanted her now in a way that was barely human.

Just when she thought she could feel nothing more, he began to increase his pace, strokes that pushed her over the edge. The storm swallowed her screams of pleasure. She heard his exultant laughter as she jerked her hands free, gripped his buttocks and pulled him to her, riding out her climax with his.

To you." He kissed her mouth, then nipped her lower lip lightly. "With you, for you. In you.

When someone gets you hot and bothered, turn on the prayer conditioner.

I loved him. I know you don't want to believe that, but I really, truly, giddy, heart-breaking, longing, achingly loved him.