Quotes About Passions

El doctor angélico dice que las pasiones en sí mismas no son malas, pero que han de moderarse mediante la voluntad guiada por el alma racional. Sólo que aquella mañana mi alma racional estaba adormecida por la fatiga que refrenaba el apetito irascible, volcado hacía el bien y el mal como metas por conquistar, pero no al apetito concupiscible, volcado hacia el bien y el mal como metas conocidas.

The shadow of the passions of the moment transversed this grand and gentle spirit occupied with eternal things.

In the chaos of sentiments and passions which defend a barricade, there is something of everything; there is bravery, youth, honor, enthusiasm, the ideal, conviction, the eager fury of the gamester, and above all, intervals of hope.

Each of our passions, even love, has a stomach that must not be overloaded. We must in all things write the word finis in time; we must restrain ourselves, when it becomes urgent, draw the bolt on the appetite, play a fantasia on the violin, then break the strings with our own hand.

Non poteva sapere a qual segno ribolla e tempesti questo mare delle passioni umane quando gli si nega ogni sbocco; come cresca, come si gonfi, come trabocchi, come scavi il cuore, come scoppi in singhiozzi interiori e in sorde convulsioni, finchè non abbia sfondato le sue dighe e rotto il suo letto.

In the human heart there is a perpetual generation of passions; so that the ruin of one is almost always the foundation of another.

Absence lessens the minor passions and increases the great ones, as the wind douses a candle and kindles a fire.

All the passions make us commit faults love makes us commit the most ridiculous ones.

Whatever care we take to conceal our passions under the appearance of piety and honor, they are always to be seen through these veils.

We often glory in the most criminal passions; but envy is a shameful passion we never dare own.

Passions often produce their contraries: avarice sometimes leads to prodigality, and prodigality to avarice; we are often obstinate through weakness and daring through timidity.

The most violent passions have their intermissions; vanity alone gives us no respite.

However we may conceal our passions under the veil ... there is always some place where they peep out.

All passions make us commit some faults, love alone makes us ridiculous.

A man that is ashamed of passions that are natural and reasonable is generally proud of those that are shameful and silly.

And if with prayer and praise they heart is filled, Its fever cooled, its stormy passions stilled, If thou dost catch faint glimpses of that shore Where sorrow dies, and parting is no more, And thou canst almost solve death's mystery, O, then, God's handmaid, Beauty, dwells with thee!

The spirit grows sluggish when you neglect the passions.

Behold, O Lord, that I am indignant with myself, for my senseless, profitless, hurtful, perilous passions; that I loathe myself, for these inordinate, unseemly, deformed, false, shameful, disgraceful passions; that my confusion is daily before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me. Alas! woe, woe! O me, how long?

The very beautiful rarely love at all; those precious images are placed above the reach of the passions: Time alone is permitted to efface them.

The Herondales are a rather infamous line, as you probably know. Many of them heroes, some of them traitors, so many of them brash, wild creatures consumed by their passions, whether it be love or hate.

Passions, deaths, storms, etc., give us great pleasure in spite of their ugliness for the simple reason that they are well imitated, and if what Parini says in his Oration on poetry1 is true, this is because man hates nothing more than he does boredom, and therefore he enjoys seeing something new, however ugly.

poets today have no other readers but persons who are educated and informed," but unfortunately "[t]oday every educated and informed man is unfailingly egoistic and philosophical, deprived of every noteworthy illusion, devoid of intense passions, and every woman likewise" (Z 2944–45).

No novo mundo, portanto, a política é centrífuga. Não se trata mais de unir eleitores em torno do denominador comum, mas, ao contrário, de inflamar as paixões do maior número possível de grupelhos para, em seguida, adicioná-los – mesmo à revelia deles. As

Unceasing calling upon the name of God cures one not only of passions, but also of actions; and as a medicine affects a sick man without his comprehension, similarly the invocation of the name of God destroys passions in a manner beyond our comprehension." —St. Barsanuphius the Great "The more rain falls on the earth, the softer it makes it; similarly, Christ's holy name gladdens the earth of our heart the more we call upon it.