Quotes About Passion

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AN ARTIST IS FIRST AN AMATEUR

You must get your living by loving, or at least half your life is a failure.

I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear.

A farmer, a hunter, a soldier, a reporter, even a philosopher, may be daunted; but nothing can deter a poet, for he is actuated by pure love.

One may be drunk with love without being any nearer to finding his mate...Love must be as much a light as a flame.

I know of no redeeming qualities in me but a sincere love for some things, and when I am reproved I have to fall back on to this ground. This is my argument in reserve for all cases ... When I am condemned, and condemn myself utterly, I think straightway, "But I rely on my love for some things." Therein I am whole and entire.

I have known such joys the likes of which might have inspired a Homer or a Shakespeare.

Dù s?ng hay ch?t, chúng ta ch? khao khát cái th?t. N?u chúng ta Ä'ang th?t sá»± ch?t, chúng ta hãy nghe ti?ng n?c h?p h?i trong c? h?ng, và c?m th?y l?nh ? t? chi; n?u chúng ta Ä'ang s?ng, chúng ta hãy Ä'i làm công vi?c c?a mình.

Your religion is where your love is.

I need thy hate as much as thy love.

Il y a en moi une exaltation et une passion qui ont besoin du recours à Dieu, même si je ne crois pas en Dieu.

though envy is at best a very malignant passion, yet is its bitterness greatly heightened by mixing with contempt towards the same object;

though envy is at best a very malignant passion, yet is its bitterness greatly heightened by mixing with contempt towards the same object; and very much afraid I am, that whenever an obligation is joined to these two, indignation and not gratitude will be the product of all three.

It hath been observed, by wise men or women, I forget which, that all persons are doomed to be in love once in their lives.

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Secondly, that what is commonly called love, namely, the desire of satisfying a voracious appetite with a certain quantity of delicate white human flesh, is by no means that passion for which I here contend. This is indeed more properly hunger; and as no glutton is ashamed to apply the word love to his appetite, and to say he LOVES such and such dishes; so may the lover of this kind, with equal propriety, say, he HUNGERS after such and such women.

Such indeed was her image, that neither could Shakespeare describe, nor Hogarth paint, nor Clive act, a fury in higher perfection.

I am incapable of telling you not to feel. Feel, feel, I say - feel for all you're worth, and even if it half kills you, for that is the only way to live...

My idea is this, that when you only love a little you're naturally not jealous-or are only jealous also a little, so that it doesn't matter. But when you love in a deeper and intenser way, then you're in the very same proportion jealous; your jealousy has intensity and, no doubt, ferocity. When however you love in the most abysmal and unutterable way of all – whey then you're beyond everything, and nothing can pull you down.

Love has nothing to do with good reasons.

Feel, feel, I say - feel for all you're worth, and even if it half kills you, for that is the only way to live

A second chance—that's the delusion. There never was to be but one. We work in the dark—we do what we can—we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.

the passion of love separated its victim terribly from everyone but the loved object.