Quotes About Passion

Make the Last Book the first of a series—a life job, like Proust's.

I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. For example now, I hate the bank and everything connected with it. I also hate Dutch paintings, penis-sucking, parties, and cold rainy weather. But I am more preoccupied with loving.

Yo estoy rebosante de amor hacia ella. Y al mismo tiempo siento que me estoy muriendo. Nuestro amor sería la muerte. El abrazo de las imaginaciones.

I love when you say: 'All that happens is good.' I say, 'All that happens is wonderful.' For me it is all symphonic, and I am so aroused by living—God, Henry, in you alone I have found the same swelling enthusiasm, the same quick rising of the blood, the fullness. Before, I almost used to think there was something wrong. Everybody else seemed to have the brakes on. And when I feel your excitement about life flaring, next to mine, it makes me dizzy.

Mi mente no debe morir porque soy escritora. Soy el poeta que necesita ver.

I like the hungry wat she looks at me

I like the hungry way she looks at me

I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from me, will shake and pierce me, will weaken me, and make me tremble and soften and melt

Nevoia de a creÈ™te È™i de a tr?i intens e atât de puternic? în mine, încât nu-i pot rezista. Voi lucra, îmi voi iubi soÈ›ul, dar m? voi împlini.

Sunt dou? moduri de a ajunge la mine, prin s?ruturi sau prin imagina?ie.

I cannot live without love. Love is at the root of my being.

My desire wandered—I became all desire and warmth.

It was unreal because I live only in the depths. When I come to the surface for pleasure, I don't live. I live only in passion, pain, depths, darkness. But I try to breathe above of the deep ocean of sensation.

Wear that beautiful dress you had on when you first came to Clichy. I want to see the white of your flesh against it. I want to commit excesses.

It was a period of drunkenness, of blindness, of living only with the hands and mouth and body.

The Lawrence book excited me too.

The more hunger, the greater the desires

And another reason why I could not live with Dostoevsky alone, and had to find something else, is that in Lawrence the "darkness" was mostly sexual—and there is not quite enough sexuality in Dostoevsky.

The Mystic of Sex" (an essay on D. H. Lawrence published pseudonymously in The Canadian Forum, in October 1930), and its offspring, the "Unprofessional Study" of D. H. Lawrence, published in 1932, reflect her own urgent needs to express her sexuality, to reorder the framework of her marriage, as much, perhaps, as they were a passionate defense (the first by a woman) of a much maligned fellow artist.

he preserves, collects what will explode later in his work.

What he asked was not the caprice of a lover, but the desire of a painter, of an artist. His eyes were hungry for her beauty.

Gostava dos infernos do amor, do amor misturado com os grandes sofrimentos e os grandes obstáculos. Queria matar monstros, lutar e vencer inimigos como um novo dom Quixote.

En mí todo es o bien adoración y pasión, o bien lástima y comprensión. Raramente odio, si bien, cuando lo hago, odio atrozmente.

Anaïs, it makes me weep, your Journal. It makes me love you beyond words.