Quotes About Passion

If you leave me naked and waiting on the bed without making love to me, I'll—" I didn't get to finish the threat. I think it was the word "naked," though maybe it was "bed," but before I finished my sentence, he was on me. Mercy to Adam

Knowing someone desires you is the greatest aphrodisiac

She understood his passion because she felt the same way: as if nothing was more important than the touch of her skin to his, as if she'd die if he left her.

If you don't stop playing with that dress, I'm going to rip it right off of you, and we won't be heading for dinner.

It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

his eyes a bright gold. "You need me." He kissed her again, his hands roaming from her jaw down her neck and shoulders. His hips presses forward, and he released her mouth as he slid his body up until his sex pressed, hard and full, against hers. She jerked involuntarily, and he laughed in the same deep way that he had spoken. She growled at him, wolf to wolf. "There you are, there you are," he said. "Are you just going to let me do this alone?

if I had to crawl to do so. I would have walked through Hell to get back to you, and only failed because of the weakness of my body, not of my heart.

sending me into a climax that left me wrecked in body and whole in spirit.

When I am with you, my control is shot. I think that's what you've been feeling.

They have no more," Sherwood said, his eyes wolf-bright and his voice nearly guttural.

he turned my hand over again and brushed a kiss across my knuckles. I experienced a nearly overpowering desire to hit him in the eye.

I loved getting my M. B. A., and I really enjoyed being an accountant and financial analyst before I quit my day job twenty-five years ago to write full time. I just liked writing more…plus, I knew even then that as a full-time writer, I'd get plenty of chances to do business-type stuff, while as an accountant, I probably wouldn't get a lot of opportunities to write about dragons.

The conflict each day is whether to immerse in books or writing. I can't do one without the other, but I can't do both at the same time. It is the writer's paradox.

Obsessions are the only things that matter.

But there was not a moment when she did not see Carol in her mind, and all she saw, she seemed to see through Carol. That evening, the dark flat streets of New York, the tomorrow of work, the milk bottle dropped and broken in her sink, became unimportant. She flung herself on her bed and drew a line with a pencil on a piece of paper. And another line, carefully, and another. A world was born around her, like a bright forest with a million shimmering leaves.

But when they kissed goodnight in bed, Therese felt their sudden release, that leap of response in both of them, as if their bodies were of some materials which put together inevitably created desire.

The passion for the story is the wind in your narrative sails. Begin at the heart. We must hear the heartbeat of the story. Love your characters into existence.

There's three things I've seen in this world that seem to make a body happy or miserable. It's not money or health or any of those other things most people talk about. It's knowing where you fit in this world, being able to go after your dreams and love.

He kissed her temple, her hair, and then her mouth again, with great passion and heartbreaking tenderness. "My Love... from the beginning of time until the end. Always and forever. You'll always be my love. Always.

Stop thirsting for things that are bitter, Go crazy here, here in these arms that are still Wrapped around the absent shape of you, Go crazy with me, thrash about in our bed And weep and wail and call me by her name, At least have the courage to let our hearts break together.

All souls burn, some give light.

I've been riding horses since I was eight. I've never ridden well. Still, there's nothing I'd rather do.

Creo que mis escritores favoritos son los que reconocieron que no podían vivir sin escribir. (...), tipos para los que escribir era tan esencial como el aire y el agua. Escribir o morir intentándolo. Esa forma de pensar coincide conmigo. Por eso estoy aquí.

I had to imagine this was the dream of every good person - to find the world in need of the thing you love doing.