Quotes About Passion

I love you. I love you with every breath, with every thought that's inside me. I've loved every you from the first time I kissed you on that ledge. Even before that.

A real kiss," he said. "That's what I needed, just one more time.

Ever since that first day I met you, I've gone to sleep ever single night thinking about you.

I want to pull you close and never let you go," he whispered. (pg 224)

I grip his wrists and lift onto my toes, forever trying to get through the barriers of skin and bones and gravity and relativity, hoping to find answers by crawling inside of him and mending our everythings. Teller pushes back until I'm against the wall once more and all it would take is the tilt of my head for our lips to touch.

He forgot that love, which is a madness, and a scourge, and a fever, and a delusion, and a snare, is also a mystery, and very imperfectly understood by everyone except the individual sufferer who writhes under its tortures.

I acted in theater and I took film classes when I was 12 and just obsessed over it. I loved it and spent hours and hours in the film studio learning and watching.

Every calling is great when greatly pursued.

There are hardly any exceptions to the rule that a person must pay dearly for the divine gift of the creative fire.

My ambition was to live like music.

It's nothing serious," he said. "It's just an obsession.

I had not only to contend against my own sensibility, but against yours also._The fire which is pent up burns the fiercest!

The heart has reasons of which reason knows nothing.

Red", I write "is the color of life. It's blood, passion, rage. It's menstrual flow and after birth. Beginnings and violent end. Red is the color of love. Beating hearts and hungry lips. Roses, Valentines, cherries. Red is the color of shame. Crimson cheeks and spilled blood. Broken hearts, opened veins. A burning desire to return to white.

connected?" I licked again, a broad swipe. "Your fangs and your cock, I mean? They're both long

Yes, she's electric and yes, she's a monster at times.

she made a purring sound in her throat and pressed into his palm

That's either powerfully romantic

Joseph Campbell said that love is the burning point—the stronger the love, the greater the pain. If he's right, maybe we're better off without it.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning's famous sonnet. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways....

You are so lovely," he murmured into her mouth. Then he kissed her throat. Her head fell back, and she gave a breathy sigh. She was an innocent with an appetite as ancient as Lilith, the first temptress.

If you allow an experienced man of the world to introduce you to passion when you want him more than he wants you, he will own your soul, but you will not own his.

I believe in love Nicholas Davies - Earl of Aberdare

she felt the past come rushing back with a ferocity that nearly knocked her down. And it struck her, this was not just a flare-up she was experiencing, not just a bout of spring fever. This was full-blown passion.