Quotes About Passion

His smile was bright and sweet and hot enough to melt solid steel. Is this the part where I kiss you? If you like. Oh, he said, I like.

Screw that, the questionn at hand is what's your major? Oded said. Because let me tell you right now, any answer other than World of Warcraft or Advanced Ninja Studies will not be accepted.

Love well, if not wisely.

I'm a science nerd! Not a cheerleader. - Claire Danvers

my boyfriend is a rock god baby (and not kiss-of-death(sorry))

I love it when you talk dirty physics.

His gaze brushed over her, abstract and hungry. You burn so very brightly, you know Yeah, she muttered. You said.

Cliare: You know what? I need you right now. Shane:Now? Claire: Right now. Shane: Oh, that's so exactly what I was going to say. *dropping C. to the bed.* Claire: Jinxies

The two of them might as well have been alone. It was the kind of look that people in love exchanged, or people who were about to kill each other.

That is disgusting, and I will never kiss you again. Yes, you will, he said, and proved by pressing his lips to hers. She wanted to squirm away, just to prove the point but God, she loved kissing him.

His eyes ignited into a color found only in the heart of the sun. ''Yes?'' ''Yes, already. I'll marry you. Yes. Hell, yes. What am I, stupid?

Bite your tongue. My boyfriend is a rock god,baby.

You call us book lovers, and it's true. We are. And so are you, at heart. You believe in the power of them to change the world.

Bite Me!-Shane Collins to Eve Rosser. The Morganville Vampire Series

As he was bringing his hands up her sides, his fingers just barely brushed the outer curve of her breasts, and she gasped into his mouth. Shane immediately sat her upright, and moved to the other end of the couch. His face was flushed; his eyes were bright and no longer looked even a little bit tired. "No,'" he said, and held out his hand like a traffic cop when she tried to scoot closer. "Red flag. If you make that sound again, we are in trouble. Or I am, anyway.

But I warn you, what pulls them together is nothing a mortal man may battle; it is a holy fire, I tell you, a most holy fire that burns in them. The devil can stoke a fire as well as ever God could.

I felt something for her once. Not tenderness. Not love. But a shared delusion that expresses itself in violence is almost more intimate than love.

I'm not prepared to say I love her. But I am willing to admit to myself that it's more than curiosity, more than liking, more than the kind of one-night-stand lust that you get over in the morning. There are moments when it feels like I've always known her. And then, like tonight, there are moments when I feel like I don't know her at all. Like she's a mystery I'll never solve, wrapped in barbed wire and thorns and roses.

You don't just have ink in your blood. It's in your bones. Your skeleton's black with it.

I love these kids. I love them so much it steals my breath and squeezes me flat, and at the same time, it makes me feel weightless and exalted.

If you write what you yourself sincerely think and feel and are interested in, the chances are very high that you will interest other people as well.

Some, perhaps, would fall by the way. Some, old or sick, would drop out of the caravan and creep away into a solitary place to die; others would be picked off by gunners, defying the law for the fancied pleasure of stopping in full flight a brave and fiercely burning life; still others, perhaps, would fall in exhaustion into the sea...In them burned one more the fever of migration, consuming with its fires all other desires and passions.

The mosh pit will reveal all the answers. The mosh pit never lies. -Norah, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

I'm so into you, it's not even funny. (Naomi & Ely's No Kiss List)