Quotes About Passion

Revenge is the act of passion, vengeance is an act of justice.

The joy of life is variety; the tenderest love requires to be rekindled by intervals of absence.

Declamation roar'd, while Passion slept.

Authors and lovers always suffer some infatuation, from which only absence can set them free.

I remember a passage in Goldsmith's Vicar of Wakefield, which he was afterwards fool enough to expunge: "I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing."

He was a very good hater.

A man will turn over half a library to make one book.

Curiosity is, in great and generous minds, the first passion and the last.

When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen. But if you have not a pen, I suppose you must scratch any way you can.

Musick is the thing of the world that I love most.

Music and woman I cannot but give way to, whatever my business is.

And here je did baiser elle, but had not opportunity para hazer some with her as I would have offered if je had had it.

Desire isn't appeased by its object, only irritated into something more than desire that can join with the stars to inform the chaotic heavens with sense.

the commercial reader (not you, of course; not me), who presumably consumes texts only for story, is assumed to stand deaf to style, and is thought to applaud only the endlessly repeated pornographies of action and passion that, for all their violences, still manage to pander to an astonishingly untroubled acceptance of the personal and political status quo.

that most embarrassing of statistical fictions, the commercial reader (not you, of course; not me), who presumably consumes texts only for story, is assumed to stand deaf to style, and is thought to applaud only the endlessly repeated pornographies of action and passion that, for all their violences, still manage to pander to an astonishingly untroubled acceptance of the personal and political status quo.

To live within the tethers of desire is—again and again—to be shocked at how far they have come loose from reason

By my soul, I can neither eat, drink, nor sleep; nor, what's still worse, love any woman in the world but her.

Is it not strange, that Love borders so much upon Hate? But this wicked Love is not like the true virtuous Love, to be sure: That and Hatred must be as far off, as Light and Darkness. And how must this Hate have been increased, if he had met with a base Compliance, after his wicked Will had been gratify'd?

O, we love an unknown lover when we love Christ.

He realized all at once that ambition and love might not make good bedfellows, that a choice between them might be necessary.

Enthusiasm...the sustaining power of all great action.

Never pursue literature as a trade.

It were a vain endeavor,Though I should gaze foreverOn that green light that lingers in the west:I may not hope from outward forms to winThe passion and the life, whose fountains are within.

While [Shakespeare] darts himself forth and passes into all the forms of human character and passion, the one Proteus of the fire and the flood, [Milton] attracts all forms and things to himself, into the unity of his own Ideal. All things and modes of action shape themselves anew in the being of Milton; while Shakespeare becomes all things, yet for ever remaining himself.