Passion

Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping, waiting. And though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all and we obey. What other choice do we have? It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow, empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion we’d be truly dead. ~Angel (ur Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

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You’re not friends. You’ll never be friends. You will be in love till it kills you both. You will fight and you will shag, and you’ll hate each other till it makes you quiver. But you will never be friends. Love is’nt brains, children. It’s blood. Blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love’s bitch; but at least I’m man enough to admit it. ~Spike (ur Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

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