Quotes About Passion

Mercifully, I was at that age when reading was still a passion and thus, save for a happy marriage, the best state possible in which to keep absolute loneliness at bay. I could not have made it through those evenings otherwise.

A faint mist of perspiration clung to her skin like aphrodisia

Mercifully, I was at that age when reading was still a passion and thus, save for a happy marriage, the best state possible in which to keep absolute loneliness at bay.

If I am no longer able to function with you, it is, you understand, due to no lack of virility but because almost everything about you, especially your body, leaves me totally without sensation... I

people have already wanted me to work

got the itch to write, back in the early

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

How strange, she thought, that she could hate and love in the same breath.

You really think love messes everything up? Sure do. That's what's so compelling about it.

The things that one most wants to do are the things that are probably most worth doing

There was a sense of gravity and richness to his teaching because you knew he really believed what he was saying.

Before you can inspire with emotion, you must be swamped with it yourself. Before you can move their tears, your own must flow. To convince them, you must yourself, believe.

The most important thing about education is appetite.

Demelza thought: She's one day too late, just one day. How beautiful she is; how I hate her. Then she glanced at Ross again, and for the first time like the stab of a treacherous knife it occurred to her that Ross's desire for her last night was a flicker for empty passion. All day she had been too preoccupied with her own feelings to spare time for his. Now she could see so much in his eyes.

His hands touched the cool skin of her back, Abruptly they slipped inside her frock and closed about her waist. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and he kissed her until the room went dark before her eyes.

The most frightening blazing anger was alive in her now. It was not only Elizabeth that she could have killed but Ross. She could have thrown every piece of crockery at him, and knives and forks too. Indeed she could have attacked him knife in hand. Fundamentally there was nothing meek or mild about her. She was a fighter, and it showed now.

He moved towards her, and knew the moment he touched her that something had won his battle for him. He took her face in his hands, held it like a cup to be drunk from, and then kissed her. With a serious unsmiling mouth he touched her eyelids, her cheeks, her hair, and sighed, as if for the moment her acceptance were all and there was no further desire in him.

She added, "I've only followed the devices and desires of my own heart." Verity patted her hand. "That's what we love you for.

Quidquid Amor Jussit, Non Est Contemnere Tutum.

Caroline took a long draught of wine, half a glass as against Ross's sip. She leaned back against the red plush. 'For instance, Ross, I could lie happily with you tonight.' His eyes went quickly up to hers. 'Could you?' 'Yes. In fact I've always wanted to – as perhaps you know.

Demelza con la sua femminilità appena sbocciata. Una ragazzina appassionata che si rotolava nella polvere con il suo brutto cane; una ragazza che conduceva dei buoi; una donna... il resto aveva davvero importanza?

Sentì svegliarsi dentro di sè l'oscuro desiderio di mandare in pezzi la sua compostezza, ma subito lo represse.

Lui fece girare il frustino ancora e ancora tra le dita. «Sai che non ti odio. Buon Dio, dovresti sapere che...»

I got to tell you, that if it weren't for that harmonica music, i might of just packed up and gone home, but it made me feel so good, I can hardly describe it. Sort of like my whole body is the harmonica and the music give me goosebumps when I play it.