Quotes About Passion

I lean in quickly and kiss him. "We may," I say.

She was a woman who cared more about what she was right about than about being right.

The treasure secretly gathered in your heart will become evident through your creative work. —Albrecht Durer

The sex was so passionate it bordered on violence. It was not vanilla. It was passion as suffering

There's nothing more romantic than Italian food.

Passion is a choice. You need to choose to be great. It's not a chance, it's a choice.

I wanted to be a political science professor and go to school in Boston. I never wanted to be a big, famous movie star and TV star. It kind of found me.

She has too deep a root within my Soul ever to be remov'd

Her Design was once more to engage him, to hear him sigh, to see him languish, to feel the strenuous Pressures of his eager Arms, to be compelled, to be sweetly forc'd to what she wished with equal Ardour, was what she wanted, and what she had form'd a Stratagem to obtain, in which she promis'd herself Success. SHE

She said little in answer to the strenuous Pressures with which at last he ventur'd to enfold her, but not thinking it Decent, for the Character she had assum'd, to yield so suddenly, and unable to deny both his and her own Inclinations, she counterfeited a fainting, and fell motionless upon his Breast.

time she was consumed with

With my lost saints - I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life! - and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men.

Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you; Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbehoving; Unless you can die when the dream is past -- Oh, never call it loving!

Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.

But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

I shall but love thee bitter after death

I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid, when they are fairly roused.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

It is rather when We gloriously forget ourselves, and plunge Soul-forward, headlong, into a book's profound, Impassioned for its beauty and salt of truth— 'Tis then we get the right good from a book.

Better far Pursue a frivolous trade by serious means, Than a sublime art frivolously.

And then people ask me what I mean in [words torn out]. I hope you were among the six who understood or half understood my 'Poet's Vow' — that is, if you read it at all. Uncle Hedley made a long pause at the first part. But I have been reading, too, Sheridan Knowles's play of the 'Wreckers.' It is full of passion and pathos, and made me shed a great many tears.

Wie ich dich liebe? Lass mich zählen wie. Ich liebe dich so tief, so hoch, so weit, als meine Seele blindlings reicht [...].