Quotes About Passion

So glorious does love transfigure its object~Tarzan

John! cried Lady Greystoke, running toward him, how could I have been mistaken? I- but the rest of the sentence was lost as Tarzan of the Apes sprang into the room and taking his mate in his arms covered her lips with kisses.

Lives there upon any world such another as John Carter, Prince of Helium? Lives there another man who could fight his way back and forth across a warlike planet, facing savage beasts and hordes of savage men, for the love of a woman?

Magnifique! ejaculated the Countess de Coude, beneath her breath.

An intellectual is someone who has found something more interesting than sex.

He is very rich, has no relations, and has a passion for power. Then he'll be hung, said the Chief, rising. I doubt it, said the other, people with lots of money seldom get hung. You only get hung for wanting money.

Sometimes, when the music calls, you just gotta dance.

I need you for however long you want me.

The joy I feel is immense; it burns inside me as though I have swallowed a piece of the sun.

The difference is that these young people take it for granted that they're going to get whatever they want, and that we almost always took it for granted that we shouldn't. Only, I wonder—the thing one's so certain of in advance: can it ever make one's heart beat as wildly?

He had known the love that is fed on caresses and feeds them; but this passion that was closer than his bones was not to be superficially satisfied.

She pronounced the word married as if her voice caressed it. It seemed a rustling covert leading to enchanted glades.

Lost causes had a romantic charm for her

She had several times been in love with fortunes or careers, but only once with a man.

Lily had no real intimacy with nature but she had a passion for the appropriate and could be keenly sensitive to a scene which was the fitting background of her own sensations.

The sudden heat of his tone made her colour mount again, not with a rush, but gradually, delicately, like the reflection of a thought stealing slowly across her heart.

A man doesn't know till he tries it how killing uncongenial work is, and how it destroys the power of doing what one's fit for, even if there's time for both.

Since the fanciful vision of the future that had flitted through her imagination at their first meeting she had hardly ever thought of his marrying her. She had not had to put the thought from her mind; it had not been there. If ever she looked ahead she felt instinctively that the gulf between them was too deep, and that the bridge their passion had flung across it was as insubstantial as a rainbow. But she seldom looked ahead; each day was so rich that it absorbed her....

Something in truth lay dead between them—the love she had killed in him and could no longer call to life. But something lived between them also, and leaped up in her like an imperishable flame: it was the love his love had kindled, the passion of her soul for his.

What did it matter where she came from, or whose child she was, when love was dancing in her veins?

Now his imagination spun about the hand as about the edge of a vortex; but still he made no effort to draw nearer. He had known the love that is fed on caresses and feeds them; but this passion that was closer than his bones was not to be superficially satisfied. His one terror was to do anything which might efface the sound and impression of her words; his one thought, that he should never again feel quite alone.

he plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate

He took [the book] up, and found himself plunged in an atmosphere unlike any he had ever breathed in books; so warm, so rich, and yet so ineffably tender, that it gave a new and haunting beauty to the most elementary of human passions.

Only, I wonder - the thing one's so certain of in advance; can it ever make one's heart beat as wildly?