Quotes About Passion

I wish it had been my heart.

Zinzendorf has as his life's motto, I have but one passion, and that is He and only He.

I intend to make you scream for me, Riley.

He took possession of my lips even before the last word left my mouth, taking them, tasting them. Claiming them in a way that was all male, all possession, all desire. No one had ever kissed me like that. No one.

Phineas leaped to his feet, giving Vanda a appalled look. Vanda! Why'd you do it? What? Vanda stood. Phineas slapped a hand against his brow. you can't attack these people jut because you hate Naruto!

When ye've lived as long as I have, ye realize how relative time is. I've endured centuries that passed in the blink of an eye as if I were barely breathing.' He stopped and faced her. 'Or I can experience an entire lifetime in the span of a few nights. All the hope and passion that makes life worth living, 'tis suddenly surrounding me like a gift from God.' (Angus MacKay)

You don't believe in love?" Connor grimaced as if he'd been poked with a spear. Oh, he believed in love all right. Love was a bitch.

He glanced at her, his hair wild and his eyes red. 'May I give ye pleasure?' Still a gentleman. Emma smiled. But his voice sounded gruff and his appearance was that of an untamed barbarian. She grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled his head close to hers. 'Make me scream.' His eyes gleamed hotter. 'Ye will. Many times ere the night is over.

I want to be loved, honestly and truly loved, for who I am. And I want to love a woman with all my heart for all my life. I want to ache for her mind, for her body, for her companionship.

She wiggled until her nose and mouth found a pocket of air. After a few deep breaths, she realized her precious pocket of air was the crevice between his legs. Wonderful. She was doing heavy breathing on his crotch.

Amore." Giacomo pressed a hand against his heart. "How we suffer for it.

At first, I thought it was only your body I wanted. But something about you has made me greedy as hell. I want everything. Your love. Your mind. Your secrets. Your soul.

For now, there are only a few words I want to hear. He pressed gently on her lower lip. You can tell me faster, slower, harder, and --- He leaned closer till his mouth only a breath away from hers. He pressed his lips lightly against hers, then pulled back to look at her. Softer. Then there's my favorite --- He cradled her head with his hands. ---don't stop.

Necesito sentir que tengo el control. —Ah, ahora me has dado un desafío. — Él dio un paso más cerca. — Para hacerte perder el control.

She leaned over him to pull the waistband of his flannel pants down. His erection popped out, startling her. Oh! She fell across his thighs. Oh my. Good heavens. He groaned and dragged his hands down his face. Ye needna stare at it in horror. It willna harm you. Its . . . really big. He snorted. It comes in peace.

As she neared the gazebo, the unmistakable sounds of passion drifted from the interior. She halted as a woman let out a long, soft moan. Oh, Robby, we need to stop. We're missing the party. I canna wait another minute, he grumbled in a low voice. I need you now, Olivia. The woman let out another long moan that Caitlyn could only interpret as surrender. She tiptoed across the grass, headed in another direction. A feminine squeal emanated from the gazebo, followed by a masculine growl.

Kerrelyn Sparks

Source 1. Personal Motivation

lifes too $hort kids; do the shit that makes you happy!

Most people hate their jobs, true, but my old man despised his in an Ahab-and-Moby (or Eminem-and-Moby) kinda way. He never said, "Go into the entertainment biz, son"—he was just a living example of why it was worth taking a shot going after the stuff of dreams rather than simply getting a job. I saw how much my dad hated working and realized he was right: Working blows. If you hate what you do, it'll always be work.

Maybe raising children was just giving them the things you loved most in the world and hoping that they loved them too.

she is the noor of my eyes and the sultan of my heart.

I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.

You know. Know what? That I only have eyes for you.