Quotes About Passion

The doom of a nation can be averted only by a storm of flowing passion, but only those who are passionate themselves can arouse passion in others.

Sejak bertemu dengannya, aku tidak pernah merasa tenang... Dia telah membuatku berayun di antara harapan dan ketakutan...

Jag tror på köttets lust och på själens obotliga ensamhet.

I believe in the lust of the flesh and the incurable desolation of the soul.

Book-love, I say again, lasts throughout life, it never flags or fails, but, like Beauty itself, is a joy forever.

Genius is initiative on fire.

I hate you," I breathed into his mouth. "I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.

You are the only thing I have that is neither duty nor obligation, the only thing I chose for myself. The only thing I want.

You really do want me,' I say, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath as it hitches. 'And you hate it.

The odd thing about ambition is this: You can acquire it like a fever, but it is not so easy to shed.

Come be angry at a nearer distance

She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she'll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.

Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.

She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.

I love you, you see...and I fear I have no way to say or show it that isn't terrible, except coming here. I would kill everyone in the world for you, if you wanted.......Or not obviously

whatever you love, that is your weakness

I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.

Librarians are hot. They have knowledge and power over their domain...It is no coincidence how many librarians are portrayed as having a passionate interior, hidden by a cool layer of reserve. Aren't books like that? On the shelf, their calm covers belie the intense experience of reading one. Reading inflames the soul. Now, what sort of person would be the keeper of such books?

But there's nothing you like better than when it hurts a little, is there?" Lucien asked. Gavriel's bloody mouth lifted in a voluptuous smile. "Sure there is. I like it when it hurts a lot.

He hates you. Even if he wants you, he hates you. Maybe he hates you the more for it.

He presses his mouth to the pulse point of my wrist, racing in time with my heart. "Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips." His eyes are black with desire. "By you, I am forever undone.

Kiss me until I am sick of it.

I wanted to be in love like in the storybooks and songs and ballads. Love that hits you like a lightning bolt. And I'm sorry, because yeah, I get that you think I'm ridiculous. I get that you think I'm hilarious. I know, I get that you're mocking me. I get how stupid I am, but at least I know.

Love is a noble cause. How can anything done in the service of a noble cause be wrong?