Quotes About Passion

The obsessive passion of Pururava for Urvashi that led to his downfall would become manifest generations later in Shantanu, not once but twice, first in his love for Ganga and then his love for Satyavati, with the same disastrous consequences. Because human memory is short, and history always repeats itself.

According to the Veda, before all things came desire.

Art is your emotions flowing in a river of imagination.

Bagi saya, hidup terlalu singkat untuk dilewatkan dengan biasa biasa saja. - Kugy

Sekejap bersamamu menjadi tujuan peraduanku, sekali mengenalimu menjadi tujuan hidupku - Supernova, Gelombang @deelestari

Love is mysterious and rad, like Steve Perry from Journey

Juno: WOOOAH! ....Dreeeaaam BIG!

Not an agent kiss, not anything remotely resembling a peck-on-the-cheek kiss, but a let's-get-started kiss. One that even in hardened, love-tired Los Angeles had a better-than-even shot of producing a happy finish

We all knew Evelyn as a woman who grabbed life with both hands," the elderly priest said, "whether she was winning ballroom dance competitions or skewering politicians for The Downey Eagle.

Does it ever stop? The wanting you?" "Even when I've just left ye. I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.

Where did you learn to kiss like that?" I said, a little breathless. He grinned and pulled me close again. "I said I was a virgin, not a monk," he said, kissing me again. "If I find I need guidance, I'll ask.

And I mean to hear ye groan like that again. And to moan and sob, even though you dinna wish to, for ye canna help it. I mean to make you sigh as though your heart would break, and scream with the wanting, and at last to cry out in my arms, and I shall know that I've served ye well.

More you feel passion, more you lose control

I will know how to hold you just by the look in your eye, I will never forget - not even on the day that I die. This is a promise of my passion for you, smile at me and make it true.

I've been noble since they took you to the hospital," he said through his teeth. "I'm tired of it. I don't eat, I don't sleep, I can't even work. I remember your voice moaning in my ear like the cry of the damned while I was having you," he bit off, bending to her mouth. "You couldn't get enough of me. You couldn't get close enough to me. Your face when I fulfilled you....I ache every time I think about it.

Revolutionaries can't afford to worry about tomorrow.

When you look at the lives of innovators, there is often little distinction between work and play. And when creative people make it a point to spend time together, new ideas and joint projects emerge with little effort, a natural part of the rhythm of each day.

Amazing how being bathed in arterial blood can wash out any lingering romantic disappointments.

Why the coy drama? I want him and he wants me; who needs subtext?

Brandt and a couch-or worse, an empty master bedroom-were a very bad combo. He morphed from vaguely risque fling to bad-boy octopus man whenever he was in the vicinity of any marginally promising flat surface.

Pleasanter surprise," he managed, backing us away from the threshold. There's the idea. I pushed him gently against the wall and started tugging on his shirt. "About to get even pleasanter," I murmured against his neck as my fingers found the drawstring of his pants.Bad grammar is such a turn- on.

Her lips parted. Vaughn nearly died on the spot. He pulled her in. The guitar strummed its protest. Neither of them cared. She had her hand on his neck, the side of her thumb notched under his jaw, forefinger tips pressing into the nape of his neck as if saying, closer, more. He shoved the guitar to the floor, and it clattered against the wood. She broke away, panting. 'Oops.

He stared at her, unable to think of whole words. Orchid's mouth was wet and swollen, and he had done that. 'That was -' she smoothed her hair. 'That was -' Amazing. A long time coming. Something she wanted to do again, Dr. Bown be damned. 'Really nice.' Oh, no. he'd sucked at it. Nice? He could already hear all of her laughing.

Of all the errands life seems to be running, of all the mysteries that enchant us, love is my favorite