Quotes About Passion

People say I must be cold–natured—sexless—on account of it. But I won't have it! Some of the most passionately erotic poets have been the most self–contained in their daily lives.

Perhaps to know her would be to cure himself of this unexpected and unauthorized passion.

What then? Joy-jaunts, impassioned flings, Love and its ecstasy, Will always have been great things, great things to me!

There was a certain scientific practicability even in his love-making, and it here came out excellently. 

Geoffrey's own heart felt inconveniently large just then.

The truth is, that I never care much for reading what one ought to read; I wish I did, but I cannot help it.  And

We discern a grand force in the lover which he lacks while a free man, but there is a breadth of vision in the free man which in the lover we vainly seek.

her hand trembled, the ardour of his affection being so palpable that she seemed to flinch under it like a plant in too burning a sun.

Ah, want of an object to live for - that's all is the matter with me!

O deliver my heart from this fearful gloom and loneliness; send me great love from somewhere, else I shall die.

the impetuosity of passion unrequited is bearable, even if it stings and anathematizes—there is a triumph in the humiliation, and a tenderness in the strife. This was what she had been expecting, and what she had not got. To be lectured because the lecturer saw her in the cold morning light of open-shuttered disillusion was exasperating.

We discern a grand force in the lover which he lacks whilst a free man, but there is a breadth of vision in the free man which in the lover we vainly seek.

Over and above the genuine emotion which she raised in his heart there hung the sense that he was casting a die by impulse which he might not have thrown by judgment.

But loving is not done by months, or method, or rule, or nobody would ever have invented such a phrase as falling in love.

Whilst I would have given worlds to touch your hand, you have let a rake come in without right or ceremony and—kiss you! Heaven's mercy—kiss you!

Since the receipt of the missive in the morning, Boldwood had felt the symmetry of his existence to be slowly getting distorted in the direction of an ideal passion. The disturbance was as the first floating weed to Columbus—the contemptibly little suggesting possibilities of the infinitely great.

Intensity was more usually reached by way of the solemn than by way of the brilliant, and such a sort of intensity was often arrived at during

Some women's love of being loved is insatiable ; and so, often, is their love of loving; and in the last case they may find that they can't give it continuously to the chamber-officer appointed by the bishop's licence to receive it.

Jude) had, he verily believed, overcome all tendency to fly to liquor—which, indeed, he had never done from taste, but merely as an escape from intolerable misery of mind. Yet he perceived with despondency that, taken all round, he was a man of too many passions to make a good clergyman; the utmost he could hope for was that in a life of constant internal warfare between flesh and spirit the former might not always be victorious.

In ogni innamorato c'è sempre una forza enorme che non ha finché è un uomo libero; ma nell'uomo libero c'è un'ampiezza di vedute che cercheremmo invano in un innamorato. Dove c'è molta parzialità ci sarà sempre anche una certa ristrettezza mentale, e l'amore, sebbene comporti maggiori emozioni, comporta anche minore perspicacia. (Via dalla pazza folla)

Eustacia Vye was the raw material of a divinity. On Olympus she would have done well with a little preparation. She had the passions and instincts which make a model goddess, that is, those which make not quite a model woman. Had it been possible for the earth and mankind to be entirely in her grasp for a while, had she handled the distaff, the spindle, and the shears at her own free will, few in the world would have noticed the change in government. . . .

Dick wondered how it was that when people were married they could be so blind to romance; and was quite certain that if he ever took to wife that dear impossible Fancy, he and she would never be so dreadfully practical and undemonstrative of the Passion as his father and mother were. The most extraordinary thing was, that all the fathers and mothers he knew were just as undemonstrative as his own.

Én csak egyvalamit fogok tenni ebben az életben... de azt biztosan... szeretni magát, vágyakozni maga után, akarni magát, míg meg nem halok.

But do I desire unreasonably much in wanting what is called life—music, poetry, passion, war, and all the beating and pulsing that is going on in the great arteries of the world? That was the shape of my youthful dream; but I did not get it.