Quotes About Passion

A blaze of love and extinction, was better than a lantern glimmer of the same which should last long years.

To be conscious that the end of a dream is approaching, and yet has not absolutely come, is one of the most wearisome as well as the most curious stages along the course between the beginning of a passion and its end.

Love, though added emotion, is substracted capacity

A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.

O, how I wish I had never seen him! Loving is misery for women always.

They were as sublime as the moon and stars above them, and the moon ans stars were as ardent as they.

Nameless, unknown to me as you were, I couldn't forget your voice!' 'For how long?' 'O - ever so long. Days and days.' 'Days and days! Only days and days? O, the heart of a man! Days and days!' 'But, my dear madam, I had not known you more than a day or two. It was not a full-blown love - it was the merest bud - red, fresh, vivid, but small. It was a colossal passion in embryo. It never returned.

Oak had nothing finished and ready to say as yet, and not being able to frame love phrases which end where they begin; passionate tales——Full of sound and fury —signifying nothing—he said no word at all.

You know, mistress, that I love you, and shall love you always

What a strange sort of love, to be entirely free from that quality of selfishness which is frequently the chief constituent of the passion, and sometimes it's only one!

Love has its own dark morality when rivalry enters in.

She might have seen that what had bowed her head so profoundly - the thought of the world's concern at her situation - was founded on illusion. She was not an existence, an experience, a passion, a structure of sensations, to anybody but herself. To all humankind besides, Tess was only a passing thought.

She went indoors in that peculiar state of misery which is not exactly grief, and which especially attends the dawnings of reason in the latter days of an ill-judged, transient love. To be conscious that the end of the dream is approaching, and yet has not absolutely come, is one of the most wearisome as well as the most curious stages along the course between the beginning of a passion and its end.

Like enthusiasts in general, he made no inquiries into details of procedure.

But it was also obvious that man could not live by work alone; that the particular man Jude, at any rate, wanted something to love.

Because nobody could love 'ee more than Tess did! … She would have laid down her life for 'ee. I could do no more.

Two ardent hearts against one poor little conscience

Some of the most passionately erotic poets have been the most self-contained in their daily lives.

I shall do one thing in this life – one thing certain – that is, love you, and long for you, and keep wanting you till I die.

Feeling had indeed smothered judgment that day.

To be conscious that the end of the dream is approaching, and yet has not absolutely come, is one of the most wearisome as well as the most curious stages along the course between the beginning of a passion and its end.

And the thorny crown of this sad conception was that she whom he really did prefer in a cursory way to the rest, she who knew herself to be more impassioned in nature, cleverer, more beautiful than they, was in the eyes of propriety far less worthy of him than the homelier ones whom he ignored.

Tess and Clare unconsciously studied each other, ever balanced on the edge of a passion, yet apparently keeping out of it. All the while they were converging, under an irresistible law, as surely as two streams in one vale.

Eustacia, I don't know where to look: my thoughts go through me like swords.