Quotes About Passion

There are times when my longing for you overwhelms me […] so often I can think of you only with teeth clenched.

Always only the desire to die and the not-yet-yielding; this alone is love.

I am nothing but literature, and can and want to be nothing else.

Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.

I look a girl in the eye and it was a very long love story with thunder and kisses and lightning. I live fast.

Auch ist es vielleicht nicht eigentlich Liebe wenn ich sage, daß Du mir das Liebste bist; Liebe ist, dass Du mir das Messer bist, mit dem ich in mir wühle. An Milena Jesenska (14. September 1920)

Write to me only once a week, so that your letter arrives on Sunday — for I cannot endure your daily letters, I am incapable of enduring them. For instance, I answer one of your letters, then lie in bed in apparent calm, but my heart beats through my entire body and is conscious only of you. I belong to you

I can't hold enough of you in my hands.

You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love" - Letters to Milena

There was always something in me to catch fire, in this heap of straw that I have been.

Amore è il fatto che tu sei per me il coltello col quale frugo dentro me stesso.

I see you more clearly, the movements of your body, your hands, so quick, so resolute, it's almost like a meeting; even so, when I then want to raise my eyes to your face, in the middle of the letter -fire breaks out and I see nothing but fire.

Non spaventarti se senti le mie labbra sul collo, non volevo baciarti, è soltanto amore impacciato.

As happiness recedes into dreams, the passion ended where it began: in sleepness.

Writing is a sweet, wonderful reward…

Não me abandonarei à fadiga, lançar-me-ei inteiramente na minha novela, ainda que tenha que me cortar no rosto

Seni seviyorum iÅŸte, budala, deniz dibindeki çak?l ta?? nas?l sevilip, sarmalan?p ona baÄŸlan?l?rsa ben de sana öyle baÄŸl?y?m.

Don't bend, don't water it down: don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. Franz Kafka

Hot summer nights, mid-July, when you and I were forever wild.

I can't get my hands on enough of you.

La poesía es enfermedad. Mas no basta con reducir la fiebre para estar sano. Al contrario, el ardor purifica e ilumina.

Girls of that age, though, do become enthusiastic about things and feel they must get their way whenever they can.

This noble body, equipped with everything necessary, almost to the point of bursting, also appeared to carry freedom around with it. That seem to be located somewhere or other in its teeth, and its joy in living came with such strong passion from its throat that it was not easy for spectators to keep watching. But they controlled themselves, kept pressing around the cage, and had no desire to move on.

Logic is no doubt unshakable, but it can't withstand a person who wants to live.