Quotes About Passion

I've been in your body, baby, and it was paradise.

you're all I ever wanted / and worth dying for too

We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me.

just mash your lips against me.

but will you let me kiss your neck, baby? Do I have to tie your arms down?

but will you let me kiss your neck, baby? Do I have to tie your arms down? Do I have to stick my tongue in your mouth like the hand of a thief, like a burglary like it's just another petty theft? It makes me tired, Henry. Do you see what I mean? Do you see what I'm getting at?

He hits you and he hits you and he hits you. Desire driving his hands right into your body.

The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell.

I had four dreams in a row where you were burned, about to burn, or still on fire.

If we wanted to tell you everything, we would leave more footprints in the snow or kiss you harder.

I know you want me to say it . . . it's in the script, you want me to say Lie down on the bed, you're all I ever wanted and worth dying for, too . . .

Will you throw me to the ground like you mean it

Forget about his insides, his plumbing and his furnaces, put a thing in his hand and be done with it. No one wants to know what's in his head. It should be enough. To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn't. It should be.

I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.

The interesting thing is: if you do it for love, the money comes anyway.

Opera has always been my chief emotional release. Along with sex, of course.

Rule 6. Dedicate Your Life to Something

Bruckner he is my man!

Unicamente los hombres fuertes conocen el amor, solamente el amor incluye la belleza, solamente la belleza produce el arte. El amor de los débiles entre sí no puede producir sino la satisfacción de sus apetencias lujuriosas.

Der Gesang ist die in höchster Leidenschaft erregte Rede: die Musik ist die Sprache der Leidenschaft.

To know your ruling passion, examine your castles in the air.

I didn't know I was really alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for 'em...

The Bible he gave me was written not so much in words but in flames of love, fired by his prayers.

From now on a fire burned within us, as it did in the disciples on the road to Emmaus. "Snowflakes cannot fall on a hot stove," says an Indian proverb. The coldness of this world could no longer harm us, although we had to pass through bitter times.