Quotes About Passion

and my men were in the film to grant it authenticity, yet somehow we were the least convincing thing in it. The whole experience was a pungent reminder—a reminder I didn't need—that in a contest against passion, truth always makes a poor showing.

A motto of mine had long been, "When the heart isn't in it, all zest in the job is destroyed

My husband claims I have an unhealthy obsession with secondhand bookshops. That I spend too much time daydreaming altogether. But either you intrinsically understand the attraction of searching for hidden treasure amongst rows of dusty shelves or you don't; it's a passion, bordering on a spiritual illness, which cannot be explained to the unaffected.

I want to be your wife, your lover, your mate for life. I want to feel you inside me, to be one with you, to bear your children, to possess you as you possess me, to touch you as often as I wish, and to feel you quicken in my grasp. I need you... most desperately.

it is better for us to fight for something than to live for nothing.

What she really wanted [...] was [...] to experience every emotion to the limit so she could go beyond every limit.

Come alive, dead heart, and sing.

f you ask me what I want, I'll tell you. I want everything.

Some folks like trains, some folks like ships, I like the way you move you hips All I want is a taste of your lips, boy, All I want is a taste of your lips.

Intense sexual desire is the best thing in the world.

She was going to be like one of the wild and headstrong heroines in the romance novels she loved. She was going to go for the gusto. She'd sat on the sidelines her whole life. Now, she intended to live a little. Her life was orderly and tidy. And she had to admit it was often a little dull and lonely. It was time to lose control. To be wild.

But you're worth crying over. So i've decided you're staying here with me all night - or at least until I've given you twenty-seven orgasms.' Gina found herself a bit breathless. 'Twenty-seven? That's a very specific number.' 'I'm a very specific sort of man. Now each up.

Françoise Gilot talking to a friend at the beginning of her relationship with Picasso: 'You're headed for a catastrophe, she said. I told her she was probably right but I felt it was the kind of catastrophe I didn't want to avoid.

Dryden's original play, Marriage à la Mode, included the lines: "Why should a foolish marriage vow/ which long ago was made/ Oblige us to each other now/ When passion is decayed?

How easy it is to miss the gift of who we are, because we're so busy trying to become somebody else. Maybe all I really need to do- all anyone needs to do- is trust in what we love and continue to do that.

I love storytelling when the writing spins through me like photons on their way to lighting the world.

The ancient dialogue between reason and the senses is almost always more interestingly and passionately resolved in favor of the senses.

I was late to understand that chaos and intensity are no subsitute for lasting love, nor are they necessarily an improvement on real life. Normal people are not always boring. On the contrary. Volatility and passion, although often more romantic and enticing, are not intrinsically preferable to a steadiness of experience and feeling about another person.

An ardent temperament makes one very vulnerable to dreamkillers.

While she might not have opted for this illness, neither does she entirely regret it; she prefers, as she writes so movingly, a life ofpassionate turbulence to one of tedious calm.

We have given sorrow many words, but a passion for life few.

The simultaneous existence and shared residence of such opposite moods and feelings is well-illustrated by Franz Schubert's assertion that whenever he sat down to write songs of love he wrote songs of pain, and whenever he sat down to write songs of pain he wrote songs of love.

T]he seductiveness of these unbridled and intense moods is powerful; and the ancient dialogue between reason and the senses is almost always more interestingly and passionately resolved in favor of the senses.

He, like my father, had a deep love for natural science, and he would discuss at length how physics, philosophy, and mathematics were, each in their own ways, jealous mistresses who required absolute passion and attention.