"passion-quotes"タグの名言

Hang on! God will be thy strength in any act of your pursuit.

Fiery passion and intimacy are never sustained without deep love; love that makes your skin tingle when you smell her hair.

Love me until the flames of the last star burn out

She played the keys of my heart, gently yet sensually, setting my soul on fire.

Its my sweet-lipped Passion:Art that drives me up to invent new smiles of Beauty,my wings are torn,and still it flies in search of Beauty.

Do not burn with passion, for everything that burns, turns to ashes.

Passion for knowledge, motivation for continuous learning.

Sharing is everything

Love is the only drug that takes you higher each time you take it.

Writing is my only way of drawing emotions. I know no other enthralling way to do it.

There is a very distinct moment in a man's life. Where an indescribable euphoria takes hold firmer than that new band on your finger. It happens but once in a lifetime. If you're lucky. So gentlemen, who among you know that feeling?

Don’t be afraid to get high. Take the chance whenever it presents itself and get high on passion, on poetry, music, and art. Get drunk on nature, on silence, on the sunrise and sunset, on sensuality and sex. Get lit on the moon and lost in the stars. Sip with equal ardor the divine and the mundane alike. Let your inhibitions go. Drop the defenses. Live in the moment, with no motes to cross and no walls to scale before you can allow yourself to become lost - lost in your senses, in your heart, in the world, in your mind. If you want to make the most of this life, you have to feel it fully, to inhale it deeply, to drink with abandon. You can’t be afraid to get high.

She tastes like chocolate. She tastes like an apple from that garden. She tastes like cocaine; like pure pleasure. She tastes like gold; like a piece of bread in the time of famine; like one last smoke. She tastes like hope; like dreams become reality; like reality becomes a fairy tale; like a fairy tale becomes the main purpose of life. She tastes like fears that become achievements; like dangers that make life more exciting. She tastes like love. She tastes like hate. She tastes like madness.

I’ve always liked women with some sadness in their eyes; with some blush on their cheeks; with some innocence in their hearts; with some desire on their lips; with some sins in their past.

They say that woman is an invitation to happiness; this one is more like Heaven’s rejection. She’s like a treasure: drives you crazy and forces to spend your life searching for her. She never hides her madness. She is the madness at first sight. Age isn’t just kind to her, it’s afraid of her. She is the queen of my dreams and the queen of my sins; my best enemy and my worst friend; my finite paradise and my eternal rock 'n' roll hell… There is nothing more melancholy than my past; nothing more exciting than our present; nothing more mysterious than her future.

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