Quotes About Passion

Dark times were ahead of us, but with his kiss still burning on my lips, I felt like I could do anything

Don't get bogged down with the have-to's. Otherwise, there's no point in being alive. Life becomes a matter of survival.

I don't believe that," I told her. "I know what love is, Mom. I've had love that burns in every fiber of my being, that drives me to be a better person and empowers me through each moment of the day. If you'd ever had something like that, you'd hold on to it with every bit of strength you had.

I realized I'm in love.

So beautiful, it hurts

Because I wanted her," Adrian said.

Sus ojos eran dos lagunas hondas de aguas tan negras que me entraron ganas de zambullirme en ellos de cabeza. La continua contemplación de los mismos encendió en mi interior un fuego que me hizo sentirme como si fuera una caldera donde ardieran las llamas. • capítulo 18

But each time you use spirit, you're more likely to go crazy." "Already crazy about you, Sage.

You don't hold back your feelings, your passion, your anger. It makes you remarkable. It makes you dangerous.

I expected to see the most beautiful woman in the world, to feel my heart skip a beat in her presence, and to want to carry her off to bed for a night neither of us will forget. So to answer your question, I got exactly what I expected

I'll just love you whether you want me to or not.

Oh, Rose." He didn't laugh, but I could tell he was smiling again. "I don't think you'd ever be happy someplace quiet. You always need something to do." "Are you saying I have a short attention span?" "Not at all. I'm saying there's a fire in you that drives everything you do, that makes you need to better the world and those you love. To stand up for those you can't. It's one of the wonderful things about you.

I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless.

I pressed her against the wall, bringing us closer together, and she wrapped a leg around my hip.

He brought his lips down to mine in a long, exquisite kiss, the kind that sent heat all the way to my fingers and toes and made me very conscious of the fact that there was a bed behind us. I pulled back before we accidentally got distracted.

Amantium irae amoris integratio est.'" Lovers' quarrels are a part of love.

So many of my dreams were to actually be able to make a living of what I did as a hobby.

Write every day. Don't ever stop. If you are unpublished, enjoy the act of writing—and if you are published, keep enjoying the act of writing. Don't become self-satisfied, don't stop moving ahead, growing, making it new. The stakes are high. Why else would we write?

Passion is something you really don't miss, after it has cooled. It is like looking at an empty bottle on the side of the road and thinking, "Boy, I wish I had a Coke." The loves you miss are the ones that go away when they are still warm, even hot, to the touch.

Let me read you some of my poetry. My poetry just takes me to another level.

Angel, as was Phinehas, a man whose thoughts

Never the romance without the bloodshed!

The fire of their passion for one another darts around the small compartment like a bat, its blood-warmed wings beating helplessly against the smooth plastic walls.

The comic book nerds] haggle over pedantic nonsense in shrill voices.