Quotes About Passion

It's easier to find a way to make money at something you love than to learn to love a job that you can make money at.

Breaking rules isn't bad when what you're doing is more important than the rule itself

I am yours, Trent gasped through clenched teeth, and my hand sprang from him, thinking I was betrayed. Trent fell to a knee, looking up at me, pleading. I. Am. Yours. Claim me, Rachel! Damn your morals and claim me!

The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.

I sighed. I hated the maze of bureaucracy with a passion, but I've found the best way to deal with it is to smile and act stupid. That way, no one gets confused.

Algaliarept varied its shape, sifting through my mind without me even knowing to choose what scared me the most. Once it had been Ivy. Then Kisten —until I had pinned him in an elevator in a foolish moment of vampire-induced passion. It's hard to be scared of someone after you've French-kissed him.

Tension pulled my eyes open when her fingers traced a trail down my neck. Sensation blossomed, and I threw my head back and sucked in the air. Her arm slipped around my waist, catching me before I fell.

Her fingers pressing into me grew firmer and her breath quickened. I told myself this was what I wanted. Believe it. Accepting it. –don't be afraid, she breathed as she held herself poised

It smelled like sex and dog in here. But mostly it smelled like sex.

Ivy, however, just wanted to get in David's pants.

Who in hell bought a mug with blue butterflies on it!" I shouted, slamming it on the counter beside the stove. "We are serious people doing serious things! I don't have time for butterflies!

Ï'm going to love you within an inch of your life, then love you some more.

You do the damnedest things in order to rile yourself up. Most people settle for doing it in an elevator, but not you. No, you have to make sure it's a vampire you're playing kissy-face with.

I wouldn't miss it for the world." Al could just suck my toes and die.

I don't want to live not remembering why I love. (Ivy Tamwood)

I loved Kisten. I wanted Ivy to bite me. It made sense, if I didn't think about it too hard.

It took everything I had to pull from his lips, and even as I did, I felt a new desire layering itself over the old, soaking in where it would linger in my thoughts.

Desire is life trying to continue to be life. All living things desire... Life is wanting.

When obsessives are given their object of desire, what do they feel? It was hard to say, really. In a sense their lives were ending; yet something else, some other life, had finally, finally begun…. Filled with so many emotions at once, it was impossible not to be confused; it was an interference pattern, some feelings cancelled, others reinforced.

You have to fight not only against what you hate, but for what you love, you see?

Desire is life trying to continue to be life. All living things desire, bacteria feel desire. Life is wanting.

Oceans of clouds in my chest.

You have to fight not only against what you hate, but for what you love, you see? And so you have to find what it is you love. You have to remember it, or create it.

But it could lead to trouble. Is a few minutes' passion worth that?" "It is, it is. Believe me.