Quotes About Passion

I bask in their heatedness as before a woodstove. My own apathy is bone chilling.

Real love shares more in common with hatred and rage than it does with geniality or politeness

Like most people who did not answer a particular calling from an early age, you placed work beside yourself; any occupation would fill up your day but not your heart.

Our house had not been spurted with the Day-Glo spray of spontaneous outrage but slathered with a hatred that had reduced until it was thick and savorous, like a fine French sauce.

Hoffendahl is, in the effect he has upon others, not unlike what is told of Bakunin himself in his greatest days, when he could enthrall with his passion even those who could not understand the language he spoke in. But it is possible that James also had the famous Johann Most in mind. Most figured in the London press in 1881 when he was tried because his newspaper, Freiheit, exulted in the assassination of the Czar.

Love is a tempestuous mistress. And none of us shall ever master her.

Live what is within you out loud.

found myself remembering the strong breadth of his chest, the narrow span of his hips. And his lovemaking…

I have a desire to create more film, more beauty, more art, more love, but I don't feel desperate. It's not about creating or building a career.

You should do something because you love it, not just because you're good at it.

Find something you'd want to keep doing forever," she said, "even if you stink at it. And then if you're lucky, with lots of practice, then one day you won't stink so much.

Some people aren't good at anything. Some people just really like donuts.

Find something you want to keep doing forever even if you stink at it. And then if you're lucky with lost of practice, then one day you won't stink so much.

Infatuation was weather - love was climate.

So my dad raised me, and he's a huge football fan.

Lisa Jackson - Hot Blooded

And by the way"—she looks up suddenly—"I've read every single Agatha Christie novel ever published. Twice. So I might even be quite useful.

She remembered the intensity of her desire to undress him, to be naked with him, the way she felt like she could say whatever she wanted and be fully understood and do whatever she wanted and be totally accepted. She remembered how easy it had all been, how open and bright, like being in a whitewashed room with all the windows wide open.

He left immediately, of course. He never wasted a beat when it came to Scarlett. She was his lifeforce, his meaning. He was nothing before Scarlett and he would return to nothing after her. When she needed him, he came to life, like a marionette taken out of a box.

And, as any good honeymooners, should – particularly honeymooners who have known each other only a few months – they spent quite a lot of their time having sex.

Yes, I see, Mr Worsley. The love that shall not speak its name." "Well, yes, something like that. Something illicit, dangerous, yet also something beautiful, something... grand. A grand love, one that has brought both joy and heartache. Yes?

Yes," says Dido, her gaze resolutely on her computer screen. "OK. And by the way"—she looks up suddenly—"I've read every single Agatha Christie novel ever published. Twice. So I might even be quite useful.

All the fires of hell could burn for a thousand years and it wouldn't equal what I feel for you in one minute of the day. I love you so much there is no pleasure in it. Nothing but torment. Because if I could dilute what I feel for you to the mil­lionth part, it would still be enough to kill you. And even if it drives me mad, I would rather see you live in the arms of that cold, soulless bastard than die in mine," Merripen said to Win.

I'll take your bet," he said grimly. "I'm going to win it. And in three months, I'm going to put this back on your finger, and take you to bed, and do things to you that are outlawed in the civilized world.