Quotes About Passion

Cooking is always very romantic!

When you're having sex again, it makes you wonder why you weren't before. What could possibly have been bad enough to make you stop doing THAT?

Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.

Mercedes Lackey,

You knew—who knew not Astrophil?

Make some sacrifice for your art and you will be repaid – but ask of art to sacrifice herself for you and a bitter disappointment may come to you.' oscar wilde

Although he always talked about technology and Oracle with passion and intensity, he didn't have the methodical relentlessness that made Bill Gates so formidable and feared. By his own admission, Ellison was not an obsessive grinder like Gates: "I am a sprinter. I rest, I sprint, I rest, I sprint again.

She saw that he couldn't live in a way other than the one he thought was right, and when he saw what the right thing was, like now, he cared about it as if it were the only thing that mattered.

que gustan de verter su sangre, y que están ávidas por devorar su carne.

Voltaire : La sombre Jalousie au teint pâle et livide Suit d'un pied chancelant le Soupçon qui la guide2.

Combien d'êtres confus, passionnés ou timorés se sont égarés dans les aberrations d'une vie qui passe aussi rapidement qu'un geste furtif ?

I was born with a reading list, I will never finish.

He touched her and found fire. Tasted her and found life.

it seems to me suicide is its own kind of 'death in battle,' and it may stand in for all our sufferings... People commit suicide when they are at war with sadness, or fear, or loneliness, or pain. When a single blow seems preferable to daily assault. Suicide is not heroic, nor romantic, nor idealistic, but neither is it cowardly or sinful. Made in a fit of passion or very deliberately, it is a choice. [Édouard Manet]

Where her books were, she was. Get the books right and the rest will follow. Now she could address the rest of the room.

The English play hockey in any weather. Thunder, lightening, plague of locusts...nothing can stop the hockey. Do not fight the hockey, for the hockey will win.

One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don't. And it feels like someone's cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.

If they do anything to hurt you," he growled fiercely, "I will come back and burn this place to the ground." "Quentin!" Georgina gasped in shock. "Don't talk like that!

down to her for a deep, openmouthed kiss flavored with her taste. He groaned hoarsely, sweeping

By her anguish; she made the sacrifice, full of strangeness, of her certainty that she existed, in order to give a sense to this nothingness of love which she had become. and thus, deep within her, already sealed, already dead, the most profound passion came to be.

Litigation can become as great a passion as gambling.

It feels like I've got all the flames in hell burning in my head.

This phenomenology, however, is always on the horizon, because it is the will to exhaust the things themselves, which are inexhaustible. What makes it already be there--never there--is its radicalism, which gives way to an impassioned fermentation.

The first word...translates an affective state.