Quotes About Passion

Romantic love is not an emotion. … It's a drive. It comes from the motor of the mind, the wanting part of the mind, the craving part of the mind.

We need food. We need water. We need warmth. And the lover feels he/she needs the beloved. Plato had it right over two thousand years ago. The god of love "lives in a state of need."41

Sometimes our passion is our ruin.

I can feel the heat blossoms on your skin.

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

Whatever else can be said about sex, it cannot be called a dignified performance.

Stimulus: opera. Response: kill.

He looks at Rao. Turns in his seat and looks. Sunil Rao, bane of Adam's career, world saver, royal pain in the ass, and genuinely the love of Adam's life.

Nothing is interesting if you're not interested.

Enthusiasm... - something close to passion at times... (is) the stuff brilliance (is) made of....

To have seen your lips and not ever kissed them would have been the ruin of me…

There were days when he touched the tip of her nose and it was enough, a miracle of plenty. But who finds happiness interesting? One day the woman stamped her foot and wished her man dead. So he died. (And now you know what a Yoruba woman can be like sometimes.)

my heart stirring this way and that like so much hot soup

Handmade and heartfelt; Harriet wanted everything she did to be like this.

Do you want this ice cream?" he asked her, whisking the dish all around the tabletop. "I mean, do you truly want it? Would you fight for this ice cream? Would you bear a deep wound in order to possess this ice cream completely? How deep a wound? What if it was as deep as the grave? What does this ice cream really mean to you, Miss Cabrini?

His eyes were very bright; they'd been like that since he'd begun talking about his subject. He looked like someone in love. Well, in love the way people were in old movies.

Miss Foxe's other passion was fairy tales. She loved the transformations in them. Everybody was in disguise, or on their way to becoming something else. And all was overcome by order in the end. Love could not prevail if the order of the tale didn't wish it, and neither could hatred, nor grief, nor cunning. If you were the first of three siblings, then you were going to make a big mistake, and that was that. If you were the third sibling, you couldn't fail.

Harriet didn't wish to see someone this passionate become a walking Druhástrana, cut off from the rest of the world.

wrote no letters to the editor. Cool admiration, but no fire.

When the soul is dead and the body is the only concern, there's not much to get excited about...the only thing alive for me now is our literature.

Nobody is quite so blase and sophisticated as a boy of nineteen who is just recovering from a baby grand passion.

A man snatches the first kiss, pleads for the second, demands the third, takes the fourth, accepts the fifth — and endures all the rest.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common-sense.

My motto: Why think rationally when you can add a little drama?)