Quotes About Passion

I was so in love I went into my room and drank half a bottle of Robitussin.

I ached and ached, but I didn't know what aching was, so I thought it was love. I wrote her I loved her. I wrote her to love me back. I wrote her I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was sorry for. But I felt it in the swell of my belly, full of apples and regret. Deep and primal. The first feeling I ever learned to name.

When I close my eyes, all I ever see is her face. There is no place or time without her. Where I am doesn't matter when we're apart. All I want is her.

Art makes the spirit soar. And when the spirit is lifted, life follows.

The only urgent thing in life is the pursuit of love. You get that one right, and you've solved the mystery

If you're lucky, and you're like me, you'll be old much longer than you are young, and you will enjoy the wisdom that comes from experience. But you have to plan for that. That's why it's important to find something you love to do.

It seems that the people with passion never get the thing they're after.

A man who can seduce with a turn of phrase will not disappoint in the bedroom.

What's a true Italian?" "He loved his family and he loved beauty. For a true Italian, those are the only two things that matter, because in the end that's what sustains you.

Adriana Trigiani

There's nothing sad about loving someone so much that nothing makes sense without him. It's the definition of joy.

My heart's a dance of fear.

Zeal should not outrun discretion.

Waiting for the Revolution can be as agonizing and intoxicating as waiting for one's lover.

Lust drives the chariot of the yetzer hara; the seat on which it sits is pride.

It is that happy stretch of time when the lovers set to chronicling their passion. When no glance, no tone of voice is so fleeting but it shines with significance. When each moment, each perception is brought out with care, unfolded like a precious gem from its layers of the softest tissue paper and laid in front of the beloved — turned this way and that, examined, considered.

I cannot live without reading.

But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think? Before she knew it was candles, did she think she'd done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips, and the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?

There was love to be felt, and discovered, still.

when he closed his eyes, the torrent of longing waiting inside was so thick he thought he might drown in it.

I wanted to marry wood. I wanted to chew down some two–by–fours, crawl inside a tree, slide elm into my aorta so that every beat of every second was a grand waltz with luck.

We end up kissing her for an hour, and her lips are so soft they are almost like a joke.

S.W.I.N.E - Students wildly indignant about nearly everything

Success is following the pattern of life one enjoys most.