Passion Quote by Stewart Stafford

“She hovered, her fine-boned face and slender form revealed in the low light of the fire. Her hair was the pale blond hue of…

— Tracy Anne Warren

I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Long past sunset an old blind woman sat on a camp-stool with her back to the stone wall of the Union of London and…

— Virginia Woolf

“For she was really too lovely--too formidably lovely. I was used by now to mere unadjectived loveliness, the kind that youth and spirits hang…

— Edith Wharton

“Then I pushed my way through and saw a young woman climb down, no more than my age, only she was as pale as…

— Martine Bailey

“If there was a dress that could make a fashion-appreciative girl out of me, this was it. The colors shimmered from gunmetal to pewter,…

— Anouska Knight

“Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves, And the great garths, and stacks, and quiet farms, And all the tawny, and the…

— Frederic Manning

“She went alone to the vast room where the second-hand clothes were kept. Later, she thought it the happiest hour of her life. There…

— Martine Bailey

“And the purple parted before it, snapping back like skin after a slash, and what it let out wasn't blood but light: amazing orange…

— Stephen King

“In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty’s name. But now is black beauty’s successive…

— William Shakespeare

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an…

— William Shakespeare

“She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament: Her eyes…

— William Wordsworth