Quotes About Passion

And what is beauty? Terror. And if beauty is terror, then what is desire? To live. To live forever.

In very great poetry the music often comes through even when one doesn't know the language. I loved Dante passionately before I knew a word of Italian.

I am nothing in my soul if not possessive

You couldn't beat him away from Greek with a stick.

that fire of pure being

Peony, Wisteria, Rose, Passion Flower. And who knows- but maybe that's what's waiting for us at the end of the journey, a majesty unimaginable until the very moment we find ourselves walking through the doors of it, what we find ourselves gazing at in astonishment when God finally takes his hands off our eyes and says: Look!

Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only-- if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn't it? And isn't the whole point of things--beautiful things--that they connect you to come larger beauty? Those first images that crack your heart wide open and you spend the rest of your life chasing, or trying to recapture, in one way or another?...

You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me and still come with me, and hating me through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.

she drew me to her, and her hot lips travelled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, "You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one forever.

Darling, darling. I live in you, and you would die for me. I love you so.

Love will have its sacrifices. No sacrifice without blood.

In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die - die sweetly die - into mine.

You must do in life those things that most satisfy. Otherwise, what is it all for?

Some people are born with a fire inside them. The will to succeed. It isn't a learned behavior. It's just some unknown biological factor that makes them try harder.

You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.

Anything is better than apathy, stagnation, deadness, and indifference.

He adored Goya. The madness leapt off the walls.

Vulnerability, not music, is the food of love.

I want to see you again." He stopped, took her face in his hands. "I need to see you again." Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. "Roarke, what's going on here?" "Lieutenant." He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. "indications are we're having a romance.

Do you remember the first time we made love?" He touched his lips to hers as he said it. "We rode up in the elevator like this and couldn't keep our hands off each other, couldn't get to each other quick enough. I was mad for you. I wanted you more than I wanted to keep breathing. I still do." He deepened the kiss as the elevator doors opened. "It's never going to change.

Eve: "Keep your mind off sex" Roake: "Why? It's so happy there.

Our love is God. Lets go grab a slushie.

Strength instead of being the lusty child of passion, grows by grappling with and subduing them.

The secret of happiness is not doing what we like but in liking what we do.