Quotes About Passion

From Switzerland in the south, throughout central Europe and Germany, and as far north and west as England, where Henry VIII burned a dozen Anabaptists at the stake, thousands of men and women were subjected to the most terrible persecution. Many of the more moderate leaders who abjured violence were martyred, leaving a gap in the leadership that was often filled by men of little education but much passion.

Her bosom heaved, and she was just the guy to do it.

You have to be a romantic to invest yourself, your money, and your time in cheese.

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With such exquisite women there is little need for aphrodisiacs....

Well-fed and liquored, I responded with ardour.

Violence among young people is an aspect of their desire to create. They don't know how to use their energy creatively so they do the opposite and destroy.

But what I do I do because I like to do.

The only antidote to being duped is a thorough knowledge of and passion for Truth.

There were people who got me very involved in politics. But then there was also a book. It was a trilogy, a biography of Trotsky by Isaac Deutscher, which made a very deep impression on me and gave me a love of political biography for the rest of my life.

Never let your persistence and passion turn into stubbornness and ignorance.

It is from the oppression of your programming that you need to be liberated. Only then will you experience that inner freedom from which alone all social revolution must arise for the powerful emotion, the passion that arises in your heart at the sight of social evils and impels you to action, will have its origin in reality, not in your programming or your ego.

Who knew love could kill you?

His heart was a catapult in his chest.

inside her chest pulses something huge, something full of longing, something unafraid.

Quem sabia que o amor poderia matar?

But he didn't have language for what he really wanted to say; he couldn't explain how her wildness that day, on the road, had thrilled him as much as it terrified him.

Dentro de su pecho late algo enorme, algo lleno deseo, algo que ya no siente temor.

Inside her pulses something huge, something full of longing, something unafraid.

To really touch something, is to love it.

But he didn't have language for what he really wanted to say; he couldn't explain how her wildness that day, on the road, had thrilled him as much as it terrified him. He couldn't tell her that at night, sweating in the folds of his mosquito net, he had begun to recite her name over and over, as if it were a spell that might summon her into his room.

Do we choose who we love?

Don't you want to be alive before you die?

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