194 Quotes About Passionate-love

She clung to him, her hands raking at the smooth skin of her shoulders, the harsh hurry of her breathing matching his, her body poised on the edge of ecstasy, and realized with a kind of anguish that this was the last time she would ever fall through the stars to earth with him, and this agony of pleasure was their farewell to each other.

Even if the romantic concept of love loses its splendor and meaning, I’ll continue to love by engaging in a Sisyphean task of finding its sublime beauty from interminable meaninglessness, madness, and misery of loving.

You deserve a love that is pure and passionate! Do not settle for anything less that!

I want to make you weep. I want all your pleasure, Iris, all your pain, everything you are. Come for me."And she felt herself bow with the stark white bliss of her epiphany, the shattering realization of his words and his hands and his mouth. She was gasping for breath, shaking, lost, unseeing. The center of her being pulsing with pleasure.

His nostrils flared just a little bit, and the lines bracketing his mouth grew deeper. He snarled with his beautiful, twisted lips and she thought, half on the edge of falling again, she thought he looked like a demon making love to her. A demon fighting for his life or light or possibly redemption.

She has a simple taste – only black. In black, she looks the brightest.

Does she know I feel immobile and fixed, lost in her?

For the first time, I understood something I'd always denied: nothing about love or sex is rational. In these domains, our passions rule, leaving us with heartbreak or euphoria, but always undeniably alive.

Love her so much, that she might doubt your sanity... but never your passion.