#passion

One day, our love will conquer this dark circle. That's worth everything to me ↗

— Lauren Kate

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Dopo aver fatto l'amore, dormiremo abbracciati. La tua schiena contro il mio ventre. E io stringerò le dita dei piedi attorno alle tue caviglie, come delle mollette, perché tu non possa volar via la notte. Saremo come un'immagine in un libro di scienze: un frutto tagliato a metà, tu la buccia e io il torsolo. ↗

— David Grossman

#love #passion #sesso #love

Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe. ↗

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#love #lovers-quarrels #passion #precariousness #volatility

I have never been loved enough to gain the desire of reproducing a being in the image of my lover and I have never been given enough pleasure so that my brain has not had the leisure to seek better...I have wanted the impossible... ↗

— Rachilde

#impossible #lust #passion #sex #love

But now it was spring again, and spring was almost unbearable for sensitive hearts. It drove creation to its utmost limits, it wafted its spice-laden breath even into the nostrils of the innocent. ↗

— Knut Hamsun

#desire #passion #spring #young-love #love

There is scarcely any passion without struggle. ↗

— Albert Camus

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I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#necessity #passion #vocation #obedience

Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild! ↗

— John Galsworthy

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It is still news to her that passion could steer her wrong though she went down, a thousand times strung out across railroad tracks, off bridges under cars, or stiff glass bottle still in hand, hair soft on greasy pillows, still it is news she cannot follow love (his burning footsteps in blue crystal snow) & still come out all right. ↗

— Diane di Prima

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Love is of all the passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart, and the senses. ↗

— Lao Tzu

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