passion [Theme] Page 63

Passion goes away, the guilt - ever!

Since exuberant joy, an end to their violent;
In victory - their death; like fire and powder,
They burn up in the kiss.

Attraction eludes control: it's either there or it is not. You close your eyes for a passion that burns you, but me, even when you are far away, feel your desire.

The fundamental principle of people's desire to live in pairs - it was love at first sight, then there is a natural desire to possess the being of the other sex, just to have, not tying yourself for a long time. But the restless nature of human nature to transform this desire into a passion - a deep and all-consuming, passion in all its varieties, is as illogical as it is incomprehensible...

- What is this energy, Steve? - I asked.
- Energy? he paused. - The energy of desire. I always want you, and it generates energy. And it's directed only at you and only you will be able to recognize it. This is what is called chemistry.

I don't want to do it now...
Why? softly he repeated in a hoarse voice. - I love you. I want you. Right now...
Wait, wait! - tried to say I was under his kisses.
- I will not wait, - he muttered stubbornly.
- Oh, please - I exhaled.
Edward groaned and rolled off me. From the minute we both lay, looking up at the sky and trying to calm my breath...

Hatred is a passionate feeling.

I'm jealous, jealous to the air -
Yes, all in vain: under the Gypsy of melancholy burning earth...

Will burn all who came to see me, who touched me!
When we kiss, moaning of the sea!

... the power of passion - is nothing cold of mind.

Passion is crazy, but not crazy love. Love smart.

Of all my passions is the only one which remained unchanged, is my friendship to you because my friendship is a passion.

- To love is to suffer, in Isabelle's answer sounded grim confidence knowledgeable professional. In love should be lots of dark passion.
- Is it necessary?
- Absolutely. And more flour.

A woman's heart always wants love, but about love they say everyday there's a different sour, slantwise words. Involuntarily, I want to love pepper. I want to have not words of passion, but tragically-passionate actions.