Quotes About Passion

One must desire something to be alive.

You break my heart or hers, and I'll cut yours out.

Her mind raced with millions of violent and spectacular thoughts and ideas and in the centre of herself, she stored a passion which might terrify people if they suspected it.

He had brought me to feel that free love was better than that hallowed by the sanctity of marriage, that those bound in wedlock soon wearied and satiated of one another and then awoke to find themselves forever bound together, to shiver for a life-time over the dead embers of an extinct passion, or to break their vows and bring shame and disgrace upon each other, and upon their children.

Men for the sake of getting a living forget to live.

Now I felt the long-forgotten urgency of lovemaking, when it seems one's human selves leave, to be replaced by hungry beasts bolting their food. Gone are the civilized beings who talk of manners and journeys and letters; in their places are two bodies straining to give birth to a burst of inhuman pleasure followed by a great, floating nothingness. An explosion of life followed by death - in this we live, and in this we foreshadow our own sweet deaths.

Lying in bed, half-covered by the blankets, I would drowsily ask why he had come to my door that night long ago. It had become a ritual for us, as it does for all lovers: where, when, why? remember...I understand even old people rehearse their private religion of how they first loved, most guarded of secrets. And he would answer, sleep blurring his words, "Because I had to." The question and the answer were always the same. Why? Because I had to.

If love was a choice, who would ever choose such exquisite pain?

When I say "work" I only mean writing. Everything else is just odd jobs.

Most of us have jobs that are too small for our spirits." With all our different interests, we definitely can't allow ourselves to get stuck in that trap: We need to design a multifaceted life big enough to accommodate our Renaissance Souls.

Something is going to happen, Laura thought. She was going to be kissed. On one side of a kiss was childhood, sunshine,innocence, toys and, on the other, people embracing, darkness, passion and the admittance of a person who, no matter how loved, must always have a quality of otherness, not only to her confidence, but somehow inside her sealing skin.

Pulverized by literature,' thought Miss Laburnum. 'The ideal way for a librarian to die.

She wanted everyone kind and affectionate, not passionate and tormenting – everything open, no maggoty secrets and silences, and no arguments with other, darker arguments hidden in them.

Cosa vuol dire amare, figlia mia? Tu lo sai? Amare per me fu tenere il respiro di Italia nelle braccia e accorgermi che ogni altro rumore si era spento. Sono un medico, so riconoscere le pulsazioni del mio cuore, sempre, anche quando non voglio. Te lo giuro, Angela, era di Italia il cuore che batteva dentro di me.

Cosa pretendeva da lui? Tutto. Semplicemente tutto. E questo era stato il vero sbaglio. Chiudersi in un solo amore e chiedergli tutto. Semplicemente perché di tutto hai bisogno.

Gli amori che sembrano assurdi certe volte sono i migliori.

Di nuovo l'acqua tiepida. Come si fa a vivere con una persona con così pochi slanci verso di te? E' come fare il bagno nell'acqua tiepida. Non fa caldo, e non fa ancora freddo.

Te iubesc, Guido. Te iubesc, întotdeauna dup? o muie. Era una din sentin?ele lui Knut.

Lei ansima, il collo torto verso il soffitto rotto, e lui la guarda. E forse la guardava così, con la stessa tenerezza, la stessa nostalgia, mentre facevano l'amore.

Mi bacia a lungo sulla bocca, poi si lecca le labbra, dice che sono il sapore della sua vita.

Sooner or later I'm going to die, but I'm not going to retire.

Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.

I want to Live! Not Die, Not Hide, LIVE!

She wanted Adam Fox with the fervour of parched earth thirsting for water, corn aching for the warmth of ripening sun, a starving skeleton drooling over a crust of bread. Her passionate young body yearned to feel his touch, soft lips quivered an invitation to be kissed, wounded eyes promised a lifetime of devotion, if only . . .