Quotes About Passion

Not all souls are the same. Some rivers flow quietly between their banks; others overflow. There exist choice souls, whose love of God cannot be confi ned to the narrow limits of what is considered a normal faith. Their cup runs over. Their love of God burns. Solomon's Song answers to the desires of such hearts.

Sometimes I can feel as if I were sparkling all over," she was saying, "and I want to go out and do something that's absolutely crazy, and marvelous…

Oh, Frank. Can you really think artists and writers are the only people entitled to lives of their own?

Whoever said you can't love ridiculous things? God knows i love you, and you're the most ridiculous woman I ever met!

I don't care if it takes you five years of doing nothing at all; I don't care if you decide after five years that what you really want is to be a bricklayer or a mechanic or a merchant seaman. Don't you see what I'm saying? It's got nothing to do with definite, measurable talents—it's your very essence that's being stifled here.

There's never been anything funny about a woman dying for love.

L'unica ragione per cui faccio questo stupido lavoro è...be', suppongo che di ragioni ce ne siano un sacco, ma il fatto è che se mi metto a stendere un elenco di tutte le ragioni possibili, l'unico che sono sicurissimo di non poter citare è che questo lavoro mi piaccia, perché non mi piace per niente. E io ho proprio la stramba idea che la gente sta meglio quando fa un lavoro che le piace.

Are artists and writers the only people entitled to lives of their own?

The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.

He stepped back and threw his arms out. "I'm always crazy around you Rose. Here, I'm going to write an impromptu poem for you." He tipped his head back and shouted to the sky: "Rose is in red But never in blue Sharp as a thorn Fights like one too.

I set off, off to kill the man I love.

You…you got rid of that dress fast," I pointed out between heavy breaths. "I thought you liked it." "I do like it," he said. His breathing was as heavy as mine. "I love it." And then he took me to the bed.

Bound by Love, But sworn to Kill...

I loved you!" he yelled. He jumped up out of his chair so quickly I never saw it coming. "I loved you, and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up.

That's pretty hot," he said. "Punching me in the eye?" "Well, no. Of course not. I meant the idea of getting rough with you is hot. I'm a big fan of full-contact sports." "I'm sure you are.

Ah, those two. In a fight, they're lethal. Around each other, they melt.

He sighed and then focused his eyes right on me. It was like drowning, drowning in seas of green. There was nothing in the world except for those eyes. "I want to kiss you, Rose," he said softly. "And I want you to want me too.

Under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my day.

I'm not dangerous," I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. "You are to me." And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing.

At the same time, we both pulled back briefly still oh so close. Everything in the word rested on that moment. "We can't..." He told me. "I know," I agreed. Then his mouth was on mine again, and this time I knew there would be no turning back.

What is it with you and girls, Adrian, dear? Why do they either mean nothing to you or everything? It's always an extreme." "Because I don't do things in halves, mom. Especially when it comes to love.

I know I'm not supposed to say this, but I love you.

I didn't care about anything except her and the way touching her drove me wild, even as her calm and steady presence soothed the storms that raged within me.

His eyes were on his heart, completely caught up in his work. 'Just something kicking around in my head. Reminds me of you. Fiery and sweet, all at the same time. A flame in the dark, lighting my way.' His voice... his words... I recognized one of his spirit-driven moments. It should've unnerved me, but there was something sensual about the way he spoke, something that made my breath catch. A flame in the dark.