Quotes About Passion

I'm not this girl," she whispered against his lips. He had to know, this wasn't her. She didn't kiss strange men. She didn't feel this deep hunger inside. "I know you're not," he said. "But I am this man.

There's so much importance in honoring your everyday hero. It doesn't take money. It doesn't take connections. What matters is that people get involved. Whether your passion is gun control or food or whatever it may be, everybody needs to stop being so self-absorbed.

I begged my mom to let me start skating.

So I went for engineering, specifically product design, which I enjoyed.

Only one kiss. That was what he had intended. But Ciera's lips were sweet like the juice of a pomegranate, and her skin under his hands felt like velvet. When she put her arms around him, he deepened the kiss, pulling the pins out of her hair until it cascaded over her shoulders. The tiny jingle of the bits of metal falling to the floor was almost lost in the moan she let out when he moved his lips down her neck, and then he was lost too.

I love you," he said, holding her close and running his fingers through her tangled hair as if he couldn't believe she was still in his arms. "I think you've cast a spell on me, wicked witch that you are." Baba thought that if this is what it meant to be wicked, she was all for it.

It's about damned time," he said in a husky voice. "If I had to wait five more minutes to kiss you, I think I probably would have turned into a dragon myself.

i want you so much I feel like I'm going to explode." "I hear that Marines are good with explosions," Beka said.

Her arms reached up to wrap around his neck, holding on as if she would never let go. She kissed him back with an ardor that astonished, gratified, and aroused him all at once, and for a moment, he lost himself in the kiss, and in the woman, thinking to himself, now this, this is magic.

I wish I could have torn him apart with my bare hands for trying to hurt you. Then put him back together and done it again.

He kissed her back with an intensity that might have frightened her, except she'd known, she had always known that there was a part of him that could kiss like that, like fire and lightning and open prairie.

When he was very excited, [John Singer] Sargent would rush at his canvas with his brush poised for attack, yelling, 'Demons, demons, demons!' When he was particularly angry or frustrated, he expressed these feelings with 'Damn,' the only curse he allowed himself. He once had the expletive inscribed on a rubber stamp so he could have the satisfaction of pounding it on a piece of paper.

Dying of love for what does not love them.

Antisemites must be fought, especially if there is a chance that their passion or ideology stands a chance of becoming part of a national policy, but they are people of no consequence.

obsession with peanut butter cookies

But precisely because love is so strong, we are, especially in our youth...usually not strong enough to maintain a straight course. —Vincent van Gogh

A life without swimming every day was not a life I wanted.

I knew I wanted to be a writer more than anything else in the world, but I was overwhelmed by everything and didn't know where to start.

The writing life is mostly about stamina. To get to the finishing line requires the writing to become more interesting than everyday life...

She was not a poet. She was a poem. She was about to snap in half. He thought his own poetry had made her la la la la love him. It was unbearable.

I love him with as much protest as I can muster.

It's the curiosity that drives me. It's making a difference in the world that prevents me from ever giving up.

You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.

If the poet says that he can inflame men with love, which is the central aim in all animal species, the painter has the power to do the same, and to an even greater degree, in that he can place in front of the lover the true likeness of that which is beloved, often making him kiss and speak to it. —LEONARDO DA VINCI, Notebooks