Quotes About Passion

No writer can be the 'Master of the Words' without loving them! Loving is the way for Mastering! No Love, no Master!

Strong jealousy in a beautiful love is the autumn in the middle of a hot summer!

There is no need for the street lights in the Street of Love; all is already bright in there!

There is no vacation for a writer! Every moment of his life is work!

What love can achieve, nothing else can achieve!

You can see love in war and you can also see war in love!

I am a bit of a hopeless romantic. I really do have a faith and a belief in love, and when I love, I love hard.

There is a place you can touch a woman that will drive her crazy. Her heart.

Everyone should have at least one magnificent obsession. It's a life jacket when the ship goes down

The perfect life would be to have an amazing part every year and to spend all my free time to just write.

I want to throw him down on the bar and climb on top of him like he's my own private Everest.

I am that somebody who aches to be near you when I am not. I am that somebody who can't stop thinking about you.

When I turn around, he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I don't know who is breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I don't know how long it lasts, but when I let go of him, I miss it already.

I love it when you're demented like this.

They were uninhibited when it came to music and sometimes the three of them had a tune inside their head that no one else could hear, and tonight it's there between them and they're fucking the space with their bodies.

We have arsonists.

I've been passionate about two things in my life. One was Christina Alibrandi. The other is Josephine Alibrandi.

But that's it. When I think of you, I think of future stuff. I think of this is it and I'm not supposed to think this is it at my age. I don't look at you and think nice. I look at you and think, oh my God, I want to hold her and never let her go. I think, sex—right here, right now—

He just watched the way Finnikin's hands rested on Evanjalin's neck and he rubbed his thumb along her jaw and the way his tongue seemed to disappear inside her mouth as if he needed a part of her to breathe himself.

I remember passion.

I'm comparing you to . . . rugby and . . . my voice breaking . . . and everything I love but don't understand." "To the failures in your life." "No. I'm comparing you to all the things I love doing best and I just can't have when I want them.

I like looking at his face when he speaks. Sometimes he spit, actually he spits all the time, but I think that's passionate. He loves words and he rolls them around in his mouth like a luscious plum, slobbering on the sides, and then he'll use his hands, touching his mouth as if he's taking the words out throwing them to us.

It's shit punk.[..] That doesn't mean I think punk is shit [...] it means that when someone plays unk ina shit-like manner, it's excruciating. So either find yourself yourself a good punk band or move on, Tom. Because it kills me to say this, but you're actually a tiny bit gifted.

I would like to die of natural causes and not of boredom