Quotes About Passion

Why do they have to be such damned fanatics? We chased good and we will always fight. But I hope we are not fanatics.

Then too you are in love. Do not forget that is a religious feeling.

all cowardice comes from not loving or not loving well, which is the same thing.

What do you want? Everything. I want everything and I will take whatever I get.

You have that pleasant air of a dog in heat.

Think about after the war and when you will paint again. There are so many good ones to paint and if you paint as well as you really can and keep out of all other things and do that, it is the true thing. You can paint the sea better than anyone now if you will do it and not get mixed up in other things. Hang on good now to how you truly want to do it. You must hold hard to life to do it.

What are you made of? What you love. And steel added.

I loved the country so that I was happy as you are after you have been with a woman that you really love, when, empty, you feel it welling up again and there it is and you can never have it all and yet what there is, now, you can have, and you want more and more, to have, and be, and live in, to possess now again for always, for that long, sudden-ended always; making time stand still, sometimes so very still that afterwards you wait to hear it move,and it is slow in starting.

I want you so much I want to be you too.

We made love and then made love again and then after we had made love once more, quiet and dark and unspeaking and unthinking and then like a shower of meteors on a cold night, we went to sleep.

Writing is a hard business, but nothing makes you feel better

I put my arm around her and felt our hearts beating through our sweaters and I brought my right hand up and felt her neck smooth and the hair thick against it under my fingers that were shaking.

No. It's bad for me. Cole Porter wrote the words and the music. This knowledge that you're going mad for me.

Ma di cosa sei fatta, tu? Di quello che ami disse lei. Più l'acciaio.

Please come to bed and let me see you and feel you.

Montoya could forgive anything of a bull-fighter who had afición. He could forgive attacks of nerves, panic, bad unexplainable actions, all sorts of lapses. For one who had afición he could forgive anything. At once he forgave me all my friends. Without his ever saying anything they were simply a little something shameful between us, like the spilling open of the horses in bull-fighting.

He talked of his work as something altogether apart from himself. There was nothing conceited or braggartly about him.

I'd like to destroy you a few times in bed

You love. And what about that you were talking to me all those nights? That's not love. Those are only passion and lust. When man loves, then he wishes to do something for that. He wants to sacrifice. And you want to serve.

We must all be cut out for what we do, he thought. However you make your living is where your talent lies.

You don't have to destroy me. Do you? I'm only a middle-aged woman who loves you and wants to do what you want to do. I've been destroyed two or three times already. You wouldn't want to destroy me again, would you?" "I'd like to destroy you a few times in bed," he said. "Yes. That's the good destruction. That's the way we're made to be destroyed.

But when I am with Maria I love her so that I feel, literally, as though I would die and I never believed in that nor thought that it could happen. So if your life trades its seventy years for seventy hours I have that value now and I am lucky enough to know it. And if there is not any such thing as a long time, nor the rest of your lives, nor from now on, but there is only now, why then now is the thing to praise and I am very happy with it.

You ask for the impossible. You ask for the ruddy impossible. So if you love this girl as much as you say you do, you had better lover her very hard and make up in intensity what the relation will lack in duration and continuity.

But I love thee as I love what I love most in the world and I love thee more.