Quotes About Passion

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? —Mary Oliver, "The Summer Day

Vengeance is a passion to get even. It is a hot desire to give back as much pain as someone gave you. . . . The problem with revenge is that it never gets what it wants; it never evens the score. Fairness never comes.

A lo largo de toda la Biblia, en especial en los libros de los profetas, vemos a Dios debatirse en un conflicto interno. Por una parte, amaba apasionadamente a las personas que había creado; por otra, sentía el terrible impulso de destruir al Mal que la esclavizaba. En la cruz, Dios resolvió ese conflicto interno, porque en ella su Hijo absorbió la fuerza destructiva para transformarla en amor. Citas

Everyone and everything needed to be raised to its highest level – the teacher must become a mage, the husband a knight errant, the labor a hero in a sacred drama – intensified, rarefied, baptized in the turbulent waters of restlessness, curiosity, and ardor.

The great thing is to be always reading but never to get bored—treat it not like work, more as a vice!

Before anything else I was a woman who was capable of passion and who had a great need and a great desire for love.

But Anne, do you love him? I asked curiously. The curve of her hood hid all but the corner of her smile. I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for his touch.

I wanted the heat and the sweat and the passion of a man that I could love and trust. And I wanted to give myself to him: not for advantage, but for desire.

In truth, I did not have to wonder. She would be feeling that disturbing mixture of emotions that she always summoned from me: admiration and envy, pride and a furious rivalry, a longing to see a beloved sister succeed, and a passionate desire to see a rival fall.

For I am in love. For the first time in my life, utterly and completely, I have fallen in love, and I can not believe it myself.

But I want to be loved. I have always been loved. I want my husband to love me with a passion, like in a troubadour tale, like a knight.

I want to take you for pleasure, and hold you in my arms for desire. I want you to know that it is your kiss that I want, not another heir to the throne. You can know that I love you, quite for yourself, when I come to your bed

There was a magic: and the name of it was love.

I believe that to be a free woman is to be both passionate and intelligent; and I am a free woman at last.

I felt his hardness and I suddenly understood-an older girl would have understood long before-that this was the currency of desire. He was my betrothed. he desired me. I desired him. All I had to do was tell him the truth.

And all I want to hear are the sweetest words in the world, when he says: "Bed, Wife.

I have to tell you, you have to know: I have loved you honorably as a knight should do his lady, and I have loved you passionately as a man might a woman; and now, before I leave you, I want to tell you that I love you, I love you—

I am happy; I am in his arms, my face crushed against his padded jacket, his arms around me as tight as a bear, so that I cannot breathe. When I look up into his beloved weary face, he kisses me so hard that I close my eyes and think myself a besotted girl again. I catch a breath, and he kisses me some more.

Viverei como uma mulher apaixonada e inteligente e levarei a minha paixão e a minha inteligência para tudo o que fizer.

And now I want love. Lust is no good for me. I want love. His love.

It's not a question of wanting to be queen; it's not even a question of wanting honorable love anymore. I am mad for him, I am madly in love with him. I would go to him if I had to walk barefoot. Tell me I am one of many. I don't care! I don't care for my name or for my pride anymore. As long as I can have him once more, that's all I want, just to love him; all I want to be certain of is that I will see him again, that he loves me.

Philippa Gregory

Qué mejor manera de pasar los últimos días del mundo que enamorándose?

Every day I dance attendance on one sister or the other and play pander to the king. Every day I deny my own desire, my own passion, I deny my own soul! I make my life a secret to myself. Now you come.