Quotes About Passion

He loved her, would give his life for her, he knew that now. Why that was, he wasn't completely sure. It didn't matter. It was what it was.

He wanted to see this woman writhe in pleasure, wanted to be the only man to cause it. More than anything he wanted her to need him.

What is success? I think it is a mixture of having a flair for the thing that you are doing; knowing that it is not enough, that you have got to have hard work and a certain sense of purpose.

I love books. I really, really love them. There's something special about bringing people and books together

I said he kissed me. Really kissed me. It rocked me to my soul. It was brutal. It was brilliant. It was horrible. I thought I was going to die.

I don't love you, you know. I'm merely crazy about you.

It may come as an extraordinary shock to you but you're the only woman who has ever succeeded in getting under my skin. It could be because you're a raving lunatic.

You're the hero my young romantic heart settled on so long ago, you're an absolute tiger at times, you're devious and not above playing a few tricks. I love you whatever you are all the time. I've loved you for ten years without stopping. I'll love you for as long as I have breath in my body. I'm committed to one man and I'm ready to face real life with him.

You make me come alive- too alive. It's breathless, like a disaster. Ravishing, like crossing over into the desert and losing your bearings. Nothing's the same again.

Ingo was a fever, and so far she hadn't found the antidote.

A man with nothing to die for has even less for which to live.

Really, the insufferable conceit of the man. How dared he have the unutterable gall to know how her knees weakened at the sight of him, how she felt full of life and spirit when he was with her, how his very touch sent fire coursing through her veins in a way she hadn't known existed outside the pages of lending-library novels!

Some people are born with words flowing in their veins.

Baby, tonight you're the reason I have lips.

So it goes when we need to couple. Sex makes idiots of us all. ~ From "Am I Pretty Enough

Daniel felt a controlled importance, a fine passionate honing of his attention and intellect that made him impatient with his whole previous life.

The real writer is one who really writes. Talent is an invention like phlogiston after the fact of fire. Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved.

It is not sex that gives the pleasure, but the lover.

I love you. I really do. As I am now, with these last five years behind me, I am a person who is quite terribly in love with you and will always be – or so I think now, today, in this taxi.

If you weren't in love and therefore insane I should punch your head, my boy.

That she had so completely recovered her sanity was a source of sadness to her. One should never be cured of one's passion.

Of all our games, love's play is the only one which threatens to unsettle the soul...

I am not sure that the discovery of love is necessarily more exquisite than the discovery of poetry.

Passion such as hers is all consent, asking little in return. I had merely to enter a room where she was to see her face take on that peaceful expression of one who is resting in bed. If I touched her, I had the impression that all the blood in her veins was turning to honey.