Quotes About Passion

he's made the violin cool and sexy.

Lisa Renee Jones

Lisa Renee Jones

Lisa Renee Jones

and I drown in them, live in them

many of the wrong things in common to be more than sex, and the realization is freedom to me.

He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

Because never had I hated another human being more than I hated Paratore in that moment.

I have always loved you... Since the first day I saw you, and even more with each day. The loving of you threatens to undo me now.

Saints, woman, what you do to me... Zara, you're turning me inside-out.

I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept my skin seeking his skin over and over again in the sad dance we did.

Passion: "Your profile ought to be pressed upon a coin." Mark: "Your body ought to be pressed upon mine.

Polite applause punctuated the end of the clockmaker's speech. But Passion continued to stare. Her words came before she thought to hold them back. "Your profile ought to be pressed upon a coin." He bent his blue gaze upon her. "Your body ought to be pressed upon mine.

I don't know how to explain it, but even at the tender age of 10, I knew that I had found my heart's home. As my Sunday school teacher taught me about Jesus' love for me, I began to fall in love with Him.

Before I ever made it "official" by saying a prayer or walking down the aisle or kneeling at an altar, I was on fire for the Lord.

I have lived my way into this music, note by note, and now I know no other.

Do you play football for Pittsburgh? Then why are you such a Steeler?!

It's better for me to play with guys because Rock 'n' Roll has such an aggressive attitude.

I write what I want to write. Period. I don't write novels-for-hire using media tie-in characters, I don't write suspense novels or thrillers. I write horror. And if no one wants to buy my books, I'll just keep writing them until they do sell--and get a job at Taco Bell in the meantime.

Awop-bop-a-loo-mop alop-bam-boom!

What defines someone's music taste is their teens and early 20s. It's that combination of your sexual awakening and the music of the time, it fixes you forever.

My tongue remembers your wounded flavor. The vein in my neck adores you. A sword stands up between my hips, my hidden fleece sends forth its scent of human oil.

Dwelling As though touching her might make him known to himself, as though his hand moving over her body might find who he is, as though he lay inside her, a country his hand's traveling uncovered, as though such a country arose continually up out of her to meet his hand's setting forth and setting forth. And the places on her body have no names. And she is what's immense about the night. And their clothes on the floor are arranged for forgetfulness.

Oh, aye. I'm the devil all right. And last night, you were begging to step into the fire.