Quotes About Passion

He regretted nothing. Not the way she'd felt in his arms and not the way he'd felt in hers.

If I call him back here, Cooper whispered in her ear, will you crawl up my body again?

You sure about that? he asked. Because it feels pretty fucking real when I'm buried inside you.

If she'd thought the oncoming storm outside was crazy, it was nothing compared to what happened between her and Finn every time they so much as looked at each other.

If she hadn't been sitting, her knees wouldn't have held her up, because he kissed away her annoyance, her good sense, any ability to think, everything.

The kiss had been shockingly... wow. Which had led to one thing or another, and some more wow, along with a good dash of yowza, and then... the whole morning-after thing.

I'm ready, she promised. She kissed his jaw and then rubbed her cheek against it, letting out a low hum of arousal at the feel of his stubble on her skin. He had a scent that every single one of her senses responded to. The texture of his skin, the taste of his tongue, the latent strength in his hands - everything about him did it for her. I want this, she said. I want you.

This had already been the best sex she'd ever had and all he'd done was touch her.

Cupping a cheek in each hand, he lifted her back up to his desk and pressed his hips hard into hers. Her eyes were worried. But people keep coming--- The next person to come is going to be you, he said.

On the best of days, he made her feel things she liked to shove deep, deep down, because going there with him would be like jumping out of a plane – thrilling, exciting… and then certain dismemberment and death.

With another of those sexy laughs, he kissed her. Really kissed her, nothing sweet or questioning about it this time. She moaned, closed a fist in his hair, and did the only thing she could: held on for the best kiss of her life.

Love is a feeling; romance is love in action."*

Changing directions in life is not tragic. Losing passion in life is.

Revenge is like sex, Mister Dresden. It's best when it comes on slow, quiet, until it all seems inexorable.

Doroga thumped a finger against his skull. Head got nothing to do with the heart. Your heart wants what it wants. Head got to learn that it can only kill the heart or else get out of the way

I could buy that she would murder me in a fit of rage, poison me out of flaming jealousy, or bomb my car out of sheer, stubborn pique. But she would never do it and feel nothing.

We all must die. There is no better way to do so than in the pursuit of something you love.

When a group comes together around something they love," I said, "it changes things. It changes how they see one another. It becomes a community. Something greater than the sum of its parts.

Rip her dress off!" Bob shouted. Bob the Skull takes paperback romances very seriously. The next page turned so quickly that he tore the paper a little. Bob is even harder on books than I am. "That's what I'm talking about!" Bob hollered, as more pages turned.

I leaned into Karrin a little and said, next to her ear, You ready for this? Only a lunatic is ready for this, she said. I could hear her smile as she spoke. Then she turned her head and, before I could react, planted a kiss right on my mouth. I almost fell off the Harley. She drew her head back, flashed me a wicked little smile, and said, For luck. Star Wars -style. You are so hot right now, I told her.

Head got nothing to do with the heart. Your heart wants what it wants. Head got to learn that it can only kill the heart or else get out of the way.

And the sex," I said. "It will be frequent. Possibly violent. You'll be screaming. Neighbors will make phone calls.

Polka will never die!" Butters screamed. "I can't believe I'm hearing this," Thomas muttered.

Why do you think I do it?" He shrugged. "All I can figure is that either you're nursing a deep and sadistic self-hatred or else you're insane.