Cornelia Funke Quotes

You fall in love, and it completely consumes you.

The heart wants what it wants.

But it is not reason that governs love.

Reason is not what decides love.

Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.

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

Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust.

The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.

Logic is no answer to passion.

Jump out the window if you are the object of passion. Flee it if you feel it. Passion goes, boredom remains.

When I want a thing, I want it dreadfully.

The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.

He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

Passionate love is a quenchless thirst.

Love has nothing to do with good reasons.

The trouble is that sex is a force of nature, and reason is not.

Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even when they're not.

Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait point. French. Pascal. The heart has its reasons, whereof reason knows nothing.

The only thing that has ever consumed me is love from time to time. Feeling like, 'What is it? How do I get it?'

Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.

I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything but think about him. At night I dream of him, all day I wait to see him, and when I do see him my heart turns over and I think I will faint with desire.

How I waited for you! How I longed for you! he stammered. "I thought of you all the time. I saw you all the time. Your smile was everywhere." He lowered his voice and added, "Sometimes when people were talking commonplaces and your name happened to be mentioned, It would go through my heart like an electric current.

desire is a beast that must be fed!

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it.

Colleen McCullough taught me that desire is the heart of romance.