Passion

"You can't push me away, mio cuore. You can't!"

"Scusi mia bella*, but it runs in the blood of all Italians to be skillful lovers. So you have to get used to this."

"Don't live the same day over and over again and call that a life. Life is about evolving mentally, spiritually, and emotionally."

"A woman is at heart – a wild creature. But the creature itself … that depends on you. (His wild rabbit – your wild horse)"

"I know he wasn’t perfect…But he did the best impression of it I’ve ever seen."

"I have licked the fire and danced in the ashes of every bridge I ever burned. I fear no hell from you."

"Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world."

"I still remember that feeling of walking somewhere confidently, seeing him mid stride and putting my foot down just fine… but feeling like I stumbled."

"I’d never dreamed anybody could love me the way he did. And even when he proved it to me time and again – I still could hardly believe it was true."

"I believe in love at first sight…But it’s not the first moment you lay eyes on a person, it’s the moment you first see the person they truly are."

"He looked at me like I was the stars when all I’d ever felt like was the dark nothingness between them."

"I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow."

"She will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting you soul and dancing in its flames. And when she is gone, the smell of her smoke will be the only thing left to soothe you."

"The bed we loved in was a spinning world of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seaswhere we would dive for pearls. My lover’s wordswere shooting stars which fell to earth as kisseson these lips; my body now a softer rhymeto his, now echo, assonance; his toucha verb dancing in the centre of a noun. Some nights, I dreamed he’d written me, the beda page beneath his writer’s hands. Romanceand drama played by touch, by scent, by taste. In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on,dribbling their prose. My living laughing love -I hold him in the casket of my widow’s headas he held me upon that next best bed."

"But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long-preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust; The grave’s a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace."

"Death is inevitable passion is eternal"

"One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies. “They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die."

"A lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we're married to him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we each create, since whatever is missing is filled by our imagination, is the person we wish him to be. The less we know him, of course, the more we love him. And that's why we always remember that first rapturous night when he was a stranger, and why this rapture returns only when he's dead."

"passion and determination is the fuel that will get you to the almost impossible faraway destination you need to get to in the coming soon future"

"If we throw blankets over our children's dreams, we darken their world and extinguish their desire to live."