Quotes About Passion

They love me like a pack of wolves. Ernest

I want to be passionate about things and feed my mind and travel the world. I'd rather be darkly and dangerously happy, like living on a knife's edge, than lose my way and forget my nature.

Isn't love a beautiful goddamn liar?

went off full of fire and conviction and derring-do.

He wanted everything there was to have, and more than that.

He didn't know how love managed to be a garden one moment and war the next.

Kiss her until she be wearied out,' " Denys repeated. "That's the best bit, isn't it, and Berkeley does it so well.

Some nights I would try to close the distance and make love to Jock.

After a year of fumbling and embarrassing encounters with Jock, I was finally learning what sex was, and that I liked it. Boy would come into my cottage at night and wake me by roughly pressing against me, his hands everywhere before I was fully conscious.

It was Lavender who drove us to the Norfolk Hotel in Jock's yellow Bugatti. He sped through the streets of Nairobi, throwing me across the leather backseat towards Jock, so that I nearly bruised myself against his clenched thighs.

Not at all. But love is love. It makes you do terribly stupid things.

This is everything I love. It's all right here. We're our own country.

He pulled me into the room and way lay on the featherbed and made love. And I was reminded of what was best about us. How very easy and natural we could be as bodies, with no sharp angles or missteps and no need for talking. How in bed, as nowhere else, he was my favorite animal and I was his.

He had writing the way other people had religion

Oh." I leaned back in his arms and felt my head go woozy. —

I am a cold hearted, ruthless bastard who sees what he wants and takes it. Is that not so?" He stepped closer to her, too close. His voice, no longer tender, was like the growl of a hungry wolf. "You think I don't want you." He ran his fingers over the pulse beat of her throat..."But I do.

I'll no' love ye, Kate Campbell. No' ever.

At first she thought him nothing more than a careless rogue, taking her as a wife just to have her in his bed. But she

He leaned forward, over her. "The sight of you—the scent of you is driving me mad, Sam. Shall I beg you for a kiss the way Sir Tristan did with Lady Patrice?" He looked down into her eyes and smiled. That smile was Sam's undoing.

Levelheaded is not what you need, Sam. Damn it. You promised to leave me alone. But I am a miserable liar. Go away. And don't tell me what I need. You need passion. Sam

Art is the only place you can do what you like. That's freedom.

Oddly, Angela took to school like a bird to flight. She completed her homework almost before the teacher finished assigning it and read twice as many books as required. She had an understanding of history as if she'd lived it. Most surprising, she could stand in front of the classroom and read with the passion and clarity of a little southern Shakespearean thespian.

My boyfriend thinks I lost my true calling to become a librarian.

My music, my songs are 100 percent inspired by girl power.