Quotes About Passion

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

What began with exuberance and passion always ended with terse accusations and hateful words, with rage and weeping fits.

Biliyorsun. Neyi biliyorum? Gözlerimin sadece seni gördüÄŸünü.

Por ti lo haria mil veces mas

How glorious it was to know that her love for it already dwarfed anything she had ever felt as a human being

Entonces ahuecó las manos junto a la boca y exclamó: —¡Por ti lo haría mil veces más!

dile que es la nur de mis ojos y la sultana de mi corazón ...

Por ti lo haría mil veces más.

Ora so che ci sono persone che sentono l'infelicità con la stessa inevitabilità con cui altre amano: in segreto, con intensità e senza rimedio.

Per tu ho faria mil vegades més.

?tiu acum c? unii oameni simt nefericirea în acelaÈ™i mod în care alÈ›ii iubesc: în tain?, intens È™i f?r? posibilitatea vreunui remediu.

It is a question of discovering a truth which is truth for me, of finding the idea for which I am willing to live and die.

If anyone thinks he has faith and yet is indifferent towards this possession, is neither cold nor hot, he can be certain that he does not have faith. If anyone thinks he is Christian and yet is indifferent towards his being a Christian, then he really is not one at all. What would we think of a man who affirmed that he was in love and also that it was a matter of indifference to him?

T]he content of the discourse should be about loving the un-lovable object… The beloved and the friend are the immediate and direct objects of immediate love, the choice of passion and of inclination. And what is the ugly? It is the neighbor, whom one shall love (373).

What is truth but to live for an idea?

Love me like a wrong turn on a bad road late at night.

Love's merciless, the way it travels in and keeps emitting light.

I'm so in love with you I can't stand up.

I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight, I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has to guess what's underneath.

For You For you I undress down to the sheaths of my nerves. I remove my jewelry and set it on the nightstand, I unhook my ribs, spread my lungs flat on a chair. I dissolve like a remedy in water, in wine. I spill without staining, and leave without stirring the air. I do it for love. For love, I disappear.

This is your genius: your own profound desire to write. Your love of words and language, your attempt to get to what poet Donald Hall called "the unsayable said." If

To hell with your warm hands sliding inside my shirt and your tongue down my throat like an oxygen tube. Cover me in black plastic. Let the mourners through.

Do what you love, and the money will follow.

E se for meia-noite? Porque não? Podem muito bem saltar o jantar , levantar os pratos e fazer amor na sala de jantar.!