Quotes About Passion

Che cosa ama di questo grattacielo? le ha chiesto Mr Black. Lei ha risposto: Se sapessi rispondere non sarebbe vero amore, giusto?

Sadness of feeling the need to create beautiful things;

As love without esteem is capricious and volatile; esteem without love is languid and cold.

In men desire begets love, and in women love begets desire.

the thirst I had of seeing the world, notwithstanding my past misfortunes, continuing as violent as ever.

Hükümdarl??a verilen en büyük hizmetler, tutkular?n? kar??lamakta gösterilen eksiklikle tart?ya vurulunca, ne de çabuk deÄŸerden düÅŸüyorlar.

by bringing myself over the edge and back, I discovered a passion to live my days fully, a conviction that will sustain me like sweet water on the periodically barren plain of our short lives.

I had lusted after Donald— after his time, his attention, his presence—because I felt I had a right to. I saw what a consuming, fiery passion lust can be. It was a desire that I did not want to deny myself. In the end, I lost everything that I sought to selfishly control.

We love our lovin'....but not like we love our freedom.

I could drink a case of you, darlin'...and I would still be on my feet, yes I would still be on my feet...

Oh you're in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you darling And I would still be on my feet Oh I would still be on my feet

Love--the most wonderful and most terrible thing in the world.

Porque agora sabe que ela brilhará para ele entre mil estrelas no céu sem igual da cidade negra.

Ai, nunca mais seus lábios, sua língua, nunca mais sua ardida boca de cebola crua!

Hablaba con los ojos, con la boca, con toda mi cara, lo hacía con el alma cuando hablaba con el

Yo tuve más miedo que el, porque no se trataba solo de gusto y amor, la cosa era de coraje tambien. Había que tener muchas güevas para meterse con una mujer como Rosario.

Como a Rosario le pegaron un tiro a quemarropa mientras le daban un beso, confundió el dolor del amor con el de la muerte.

I remember him with a dark passionflower in his hand, looking at it as no one has ever looked at such a flower, though they might look from the twilight of day until the twilight of night, for a whole life long.

Art is fire plus algebra.

Patriotism, that least discerning of passions. - The Shape of the Sword

Buenos Aires] No nos une el amor sino el espanto. Será por eso que la quiero tanto

Poetry is given to the poet. I don't think a poet can sit down at will and write. If he does, nothing worthwhile can come of it.

On lit ce qu'on aime, tandis qu'on écrit pas ce qu'on aimerait écrire, mais ce qu'on est capable d'écrire.

A classic book is a book which generations of men, driven by various reasons, read with that same initial fervor and that same mysterious loyalty.