Quotes About Passion

kiss me until i'm sick of it

He kisses me again, and it's like falling off a cliff. Like a mountain slide, building momentum with every touch, until there is only crashing destruction ahead.

I Do Have A Bad Habit," He Says. "Of Falling In Love. With Great Regularity And To Spectacular Effect. You See, It Never Goes Well.

Le odio más que a los demás, le odio tanto, que a veces, cuando le miro, me cuesta respirar.

He said that all the story had gone out of me.

Mátalo. Mátalo antes de que consiga que lo ames.

We trade kisses in the darkness, blurred by exhaustion.

Oak liking me is as silly as the sun liking a storm, but that doesn't stop my desire for it. Me, with my sharp teeth and chilly skin. It's absurd. It's grotesque.

I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else

te odio. te odio tanto que a veces no puedo pensar en otra cosa

No matter how hard she swung at him, it just made him laugh. He liked her anger. Fire, he called it. She liked it when she was angry, too. Angry was better than scared.

Hate that was so bright and hot that it was the first thing that truly warmed him. Hate that felt so good that he welcomed being consumed by it. Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire.

I am forever undone by you

And when he kisses me, I feel as though I can finally breathe again.

Most of all I hate you because I think of you often. It's disgusting and I can't stop. - Cardan Greenbriar, The Cruel Prince

Búrlate de mí cuanto quieras. Da igual con qué fantaseara en aquel entonces, ahora soy yo el que suplicaría de rodillas para recibir una palabra bonita de tus labios. —Sus ojos negros están cargados de deseo—. Eres mi condena eterna." Cardan a Jude

Kiss me until I am sick of it, he said, and now he has most certainly gorged on my kisses. Now he is most certainly sick of them.

Desire hits me like a kick to the stomach. It's like fighting, except what we're fighting for is to crawl inside each other's skin.

Envy. Fear. Anger. Jealousy. They're all spices." Locke laughed at my expression. "What is bread without salt? Desire can grow just as plain." "I don't understan—" He put a finger against my mouth. "Not every lover can appreciate such spices. But I think you can.

Gold fabric and glittering gems are drowning in scarlet.

Tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over.

Some are good with pipes or paint. Some have skill in love. My talent is in making war. The only thing that has ever kept me awake was denying it

Lo odio più di chiunque altro. Lo odio talmente tanto che qualche volta, quando lo guardo, mi manca il respiro.

mi vuoi veramente" gli dico, così vicina da sentire il calore del suo respiro. "e odi volerlo".