Quotes About Passion

And die of nothing but a rage to live

What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things,...

chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.

She sins with poets through pure love of wit

The ruling passion, be it what it will, the ruling passion conquers reason still.

Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.

What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.

My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you...

If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.

But flaming youth in all it's madness Keeps nothing of its heart concealed: It's loves and hates, its joys and sadness, Are babbled out and soon revealed.

O kiss me into faintness sweet and dim!

Paul's prayer is the product of his passion for people. His unaffected fervency in prayer is not whipped-up emotionalism but the overflow of his love for brothers and sisters in Christ Jesus.

I regret that I am not fire.

My mom would take me to restaurants, and the first thing I'd ask for would be a pen and a napkin, and I'd sketch shoes and shoes and shoes.

I feel so thankful that I'm able to be a part of something that I love to wake up and run to work every day.

Sure she'd found males attractive. But wanting them? Needing to feel their skin? Taste their lips? Run her fingers through their hair as she growled and begged them for all things dirty? Not until now. Until Jean-Baptiste.

Dante to Abby: My God you are going to kill me. Again

My relationship with the journalists who covered the campaign was complicated. I often hid from the critical eye of their cameras and their omnipresent digital recorders, wary of the critique implicit in every captured moment. But I also grew to respect and understand their passion for their work, their love for the journey we were sharing.

Women have this obsession with shoes.

Books might be your passion but you can't fuck a paperback.

Put me down and I'll show you," said Scarlett. Rhett lowered her to her feet. His big hands closed on her shoulders, and he pulled her to him impatiently, then kissed her, briefly, firmly, and let her go. "I'd hate to be shot without getting what I came for," he said. She could hear the laughter in his voice. "Now, Scarlett, get us out of here.

In the desert we first make sure that a woman longs for the kiss, and then we kiss her without asking.

Think of opening your legs to my kiss, Anna," he commanded, watching how desire burned her and made her tremble, devouring her need. "Think of my tongue, my mouth, think how the heat will stir you, make you need what only I give you. How you will cry out, and beg for more.

We choose how enthusiastically we live our time alive.