Quotes About Passion

Su belleza me embargó. Mientras permanecía sentada frente a ella, me di cuenta de que sería capaz de hacer cualquier locura por aquella mujer, lo que me pidiera. Henry se desvaneció. Ella era el color, la brillantez, lo extraño.

Anaïs, I can't say much now—I am in a fever.

Me siento atrapada entre la belleza de June y el genio de Henry. De manera distinta, me entrego a los dos, una parte de mí para cada uno. Pero amo a June con locura, fuera de toda razón. Henry me da vida. June me da muerte. He de escoger y no puedo. Ofrecer a Henry todos los sentimientos que he experimentado respecto a June es exactamente como entregarme a él en cuerpo y alma.

And I lie, Anaïs, when I tell you that I do not want to worship you.

You don't know what sensuality is. Hugo and I do. It's in us, not in your devious practices; it's in feeling, in passion, in love.

I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women, to enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy.

Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously

El impulso de crecer y de vivir intensamente es tan imperioso en mí que me es imposible resistirme a él

Entre pelea y pelea somos intensamente felices. Infierno y paraíso a un tiempo. Somos a la vez libres y esclavos. En ocasiones parecía que supiésemos que la única atadura que puede unirnos es el frenesí, idéntica intensidad que entre amantes y queridas.

All the tragedy lay in trying to fit a boundless and insatiable love into human proportions, into one love.

When I saw you . . . I chose my body.

Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous. I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension.

People are miserable and tense because they don't make love enough.

In between our quarrels we are acutely happy. Hell and heaven all at once. We are at once free and enslaved.

Oh, Henry, I can't bear to be writing you—I want you desperately, I want to open my legs so wide, I'm melting and palpitating. I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them. Hugo is calling. I'll answer the rest of the letter tonight.

On what wings does she take flight from Henry? As if the sensual act had been but a mouth applied to an opium pipe.

I study you so much to discover the possible flaws, the weak points, the danger zones. I don't find them—not any. That means I am in love, blind, blind. To be blind forever! (Now they're singing "Heaven and Ocean" from La Gioconda.)

Your voice getting hoarser, deeper, your eyes blacker, your blood thicker, your body fuller. A voluptuous servility and a tyrannical necessity. More cruel now than before—consciously, willfully cruel. The insatiable delight of experience.

Elena) Poderia o amor tornar-se um fogo que não queima, como as chamas dos homens santos da Índia? Estaria ela aprendendo a caminhar de modo mágico sobre carvões em brasa?

I think sometimes that perhaps I have been unfair to put my writing above everything else. I am a man and I want my woman. If writing interferes then to hell with writing.

For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our minds, and you and I both lose it in the same way, through love.

I want to bite into life, and to be torn by it.

I love her for what she has dared to be, for her hardness, her cruelty, her egoism, her perverseness, her demoniac destructiveness. She would crush me to ashes without hesitation. She is a personality created to the limit. I worship her courage to hurt, and I am willing to be sacrificed to it. She will add the sum of me to her. She will be June plus all that I contain.

You do not know what you are missing by your microscopic examination of sexual activity to the exclusion of aspects which are fuel that ignites it. Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformations, its aphrodisiac elements. You are shrinking your world of sensations. You are withering it, starving it, draining its blood.