Quotes About Passion

What will a man not do when frantic with love? To what baseness will he not demean himself? What pangs will he not make others suffer, so that he may ease his selfish heart?

I would really love theater. I would love to do Shakespeare, that would be amazing. You know, it's whatever really comes my way.

Theater in Chicago will always be my first love.

in black ink my love may still shine bright.

Scorn, at first, makes after-love the more.

If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground

If love be blind, it best agrees with night

O, she's warm! If this be magic, let it be an art Lawful as eating.

Alas, how love can trifle with itself!

Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.

Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not, I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world To play with mammets and to tilt with lips: We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns.

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate

My love admits no qualifying dross

Love's reason's without reason

O hell! to choose love with another's eye.

All love's pleasure shall not match its woe.

The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

Love reasons without reason.

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow

Because French is the language of love, my boy. Something you should keep in mind, but will soon forget.

I would dearly love to take up the brush again, but I realize that I am an old man and that I cannot set the world afire.