Quotes About Passion

My thoughts are my trollops.

There is only one passion, the passion for happiness.

Poetry must have something in it that is barbaric, vast and wild.

The fact is that she was terribly undressed and I was extremely undressed too. The fact is that I still had my hand where she didn't have anything and she had hers where the same wasn't quite true of me. The fact is that I found myself underneath her and consequently she found herself on top of me.

All men hear is blah, blah, blah, blah, SEX, blah, blah, blah, FOOD, blah, blah, blah, BEER.

Get excited and enthusiastic about you own dream. This excitement is like a forest fire -- you can smell it, taste it, and see it from a mile away.

The essence of life is finding something you really love and then making the daily experience worthwhile.

Chase your passion, not your pension.

Get excited and enthusiastic about your own dream. This excitement is like a forest fire – you can smell it, taste it, and see it from a mile away.

Sometimes love will pick you up by the short hairs...and jerk the heck out of you.

I have never passed a bookstore without going inside; it's sacrilegious

His hat nudged her forehead, tipping back as he deepened the kiss and drew her closer. His jaw was rough against her palm, and she savored the feel of it before slipping her fingers through the soft waves at his nape and straight up through the back of his hair. His hat hit the ground. "Abby . . ." he whispered. It was a plea, and she gladly answered it with her mouth. She loved the raspy drawl of her shortened name on his lips.

Her thoughts flashed back to earlier this morning, when he'd pulled her into the darkness of the back staircase and kissed her socks off. Even now her heart fluttered like butterfly wings. Meridith

Where he'd mistaken her for his muse, only to find she was actually the keeper of his heart.

She did love him. Maybe it wasn't quite the same, but it was close enough. The closest he'd ever dreamed of having, and he was going to take it. He'd be a fool not to.

Since Stephen had arrived, Jake had gone over and over the way Meridith had greeted him. The way he'd greeted her, with an apathetic kiss and a tame hello. If it had been him, missing his woman for weeks, he'd have swept her into his arms and kissed her until they were both breathless. He didn't get it. Movement

And on our lips the blood of berries before we kiss

Wear scarlet! Tear the green lemons off the tree! I don't want to forget who I am, what has burned in me, and hang limp and clean, an empty dress -

There comes a time when only anger is love.

His head was tipped back, eyes shut tight as he murdered Neil Young's "Heart of Gold.

I love playing football, being out on the pitch with a ball, and I will be a little sad when that ends.

You see, that is it with music, you never stop learning.

Don't let people tell you your ideas are stupid. If you're really passionate about something, find a way to build it.

He wanted to ask her what sound a heart made when it broke from pleasure, when just the sight of someone filled you the way food, blood, and air never could, when you felt as if you'd been born for only one moment and this, for whatever reason, was it.