Quotes About Passion

I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me.

Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can't be logical about.

Is it because the wild-wood passion still lingers in our hearts, because still in our minds the voice of Syrinx lingers in melancholy music, the music of regret and longing, that for most of us there is so potent a spell in running waters?" Fiona Macleod.

You know that old saying. Once you go dead, no one's better in bed.

He f**ks even better than he looks", I settled on saying. Several heads turned. I didn't care; I was pissed. And that beautiful face is going to be clamped between my legs as soon as we get home, don't you worry.

Playing with fire Kitten?

Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?

He's like a small, human bellows, and she a fire that's dimmed to embers.

it wasn't the body but the way he animated it that had thrilled her.

you truly are la reina de mi alma." The queen of my soul.

Self-love makes more libertines than love.

Film is like a battleground: There's love, hate, action, violence, death. In one word, emotions.

Don't ever promise to adore me forever. Let's keep the feeling that this love of ours is a love without tomorow.

No por nada el perro y el gato se tienden furiosos el uno contra el otro. Son dos formas de pasión que se desafían gruñendo

enthousiasmes militants qui, portés aux extrêmes, entraînent une abnégation absolue pour la Cause, celle-ci, jadis dans le nazisme,

She sat down again. "Oh, Dominic, love has no measure." "What?" "I mean, yes, please kiss me.

revealing Jane in all her blood-soaked glory,

My heart is yours, Cesare. And we are both damned for it.

The sensation that seized me that morning?the twentieth of May?as I sat on my velvet cushion beside the Pope and stared down at the man standing beside my husband, was swift, irrevocable, and violent, like a dagger plunged into the heart. I trembled. I did not want it; I did not seek it; yet there it was, and I was at the mercy of it. And I knew nothing of the man who had just stolen my soul.

Love was love, but art was art and though he mixed the two a little, he never confused them.

She had her addictions and one of them was reading.

The best work is not what is most difficult for you it is what you do best.

It's quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don't do it.

Marie se sentait bien, nue sous les draps a l'abri de l'orage, les sens exacerbes dans le noir, les yeux brillants dans les eclairs, savourant avec volupte la dimension erotique du plaisir qu'il y a de jouir de l'orage dans la chaleur d'un lit, la fenetre ouverte dans la nuit, quand le ciel se dechire et les elements se dechainent. La main et le regard, il n'est jamais question que de cela dans la vie, en amour, en art.