Quotes About Passion

This book is dedicated to all the women—and men—who know that the human desire for romance, love, and sexual passion has nothing to do with age.

You need a man, Kara. A man you can open up to. A man whose passion for life matches yours. A man who grabs your hair in big fistfuls and twists and pulls it when he's fucking you. A man willing to walk wire for you.

I promise not to kiss you again. However, if you kiss me first, I will kiss you back. I think that's only fair, don't you?

He kissed her hair. "Anything good in me comes from loving you.

God, Lexi, you are so beautiful, so beautiful to me. I want you… I need…

I would think myself in hell but for the sight of you, lass.

Hot, a badass climber, and a firefighter. I think my panties just melted.

If we make it out of this, I'm going to need a hug—and a night of hot sex." "It's a deal." "What's

Firemen are my favorite color.' Jesus!

Firemen find 'em hot and leave 'em wet.

Rock and roll is the blues with a mania.

Look," said Janet, irritated, "if the thing you liked best to do in the world was read, and somebody offered to pay you room and board and give you a liberal arts degree if you would just read for four years, wouldn't you do it?

November 18. . . I dig musicians, I feel they have the most to offer me mentally and emotionally because they think basically along the same lines that I do; extremely creative people. Music is Life. As Captain Beefheart once said 'God is a perfect musical note.

Be still my eternal groupie heart

No Russians tell me they cheat to create drama. They say they long for heart-stopping, tear-off-your-clothes romance. I hear about a man who left an entire lilac tree on the doorstep of the woman he was courting. Given the grim realities of life in Russia, this fairy-tale passion might be sustainable only in extramarital affairs.

I might as well have declared my devotion to processed cheese.

He wanted her. Here, now, between growing vines and fallen leaves, in the rain and the mud. Anywhere.And she wanted him, too.

Piney woke up wearing a big grin on his face. He couldn't remember when he'd slept so well. He pulled the pillow next to him up over his face. He could smell her hair on it. "Jesse," he murmured to himself. He liked her. He really liked her. And he loved, loved, loved doing her. Being inside her. She was so hot. She was so tight. She was… Piney stopped himself in midthought and rolled out of bed. His mind was headed where his body could not go.

And I couldn't stop loving you if I tried.There's so much good in you, Smiley. You're strong, you're giving, you're sweet. Your smile lights me up inside like a dozen suns, and your kiss turns me to putty. You're with every risk . Any risk.

You know I am." Lifting his head, he peered into her eyes, his own smoky hot. "Show me.

her, and the sweetness, the passion, exploded inside her a hundred times more brilliant than before as if she'd been living life in two dimensions, two black-and-white dimensions, and

She'd thought binding would enslave her. Instead, for the first time in her life, she felt whole. Tighe watched her with moisture in his own eyes. He kissed her, and the sweetness, the passion, exploded inside her a hundred times more brilliant than before as if she'd been living life in two dimensions, two black-and-white dimensions, and through this ritual, he'd lifted her into a stunning new existence.

Books gnaw at me from around the edges of my life, demanding more time and attention. I am always left hungry.

There was a shiftiness to kids who secreted themselves in a corner to read God knows what instead of what they should have been doing. Reading when you were supposed to be raking the leaves, reading when you were supposed to be sleeping, reading when you were supposed to be making the bed, not lying in it. I did everything I could to read my way out of doing anything else. It was the one thing I was good at.