Quotes About Passion

Entangled and besotted as he was, he no longer wished for anything else than to pursue the beloved object that inflamed him, to dream about him when he was absent and to speak amorous phrases, after the manner of lovers, to his mere shadow.

Even on a personal level art is a form of heightened living. It gives greater pleasures, it consumes faster. It stamps the features of its servants with the signs of imaginary and spiritual adventures, and it produces, even in the most cloister-like atmosphere, a certain fastidiousness, an over-refinement, an exhaustion and curiosity of the nerves, in a way even a life of the most outrageous passions and delights could scarcely effect it.

Quem não for capaz de defender uma ideia com a sua própria vida, a força do seu braço, o correr do seu sangue, não está à altura dessa mesma ideia.

Auch persönlich genommen ist ja die Kunst ein erhöhtes Leben. Sie beglückt tiefer, sie verzehrt rascher.

E poi disse la cosa più sottile, l'astuto seduttore: disse questo, che l'amante è più divino dell'amato perché Dio è nel primo ma non nell'altro – forse il pensiero più tenero che sia mai stato pensato e dal quale sgorga la malizia e la più segreta voluttà del desiderio.

B?rbatul se îmbat? cu propria dorin??, iar femeia cere È™i aÈ™teapt? s? fie îmb?tat? de dorinÈ›a b?rbatului. De aici provine pentru noi obligaÈ›ia pasiunii, de aici decurge înfior?toarea ruÈ™ine a insensibilit??ii, a neputinÈ›ei de a trezi dorinÈ›a femeii.

Zo wist en wilde de verwarde niets anders meer dan de aanstichter van het vuur dat in hem brandde zonder ophouden te achtervolgen, over hem te dromen wanneer hij er niet was en naar de wijze van de verliefden louter tegen zijn schaduwbeeld tedere woorden te fluisteren. Eenzaamheid, de vreemde omgeving en het geluk van een late en diepe roes moedigden hem aan en haalden hem ertoe over om van zichzelf ook het meest bevreemdende zonder schaamte of blozen te accepteren, (...)

Love is always simply itself, both as a subtle affirmation of life and as the highest passion; love is our sympathy with organic life, the touchingly lustful embrace of what is destined to decay

Et ma fièvre ? D'où vient-elle ? - Allons donc, c'est un incident sans conséquence qui passera vite. - Non, Clawdia, tu sais bien que ce que tu dis là n'est pas vrai, et tu le dis sans conviction, j'en suis sûr. La fièvre de mon corps et le battement de mon cÅ"ur harassé et le frissonnement de mes membres, c'est le commencement d'un incident, car ce n'est rien d'autre [...], rien d'autre que mon amour pour toi [...].

Ma che aveva, dunque? Che cosa mai era quello che, sotto la cenere della sua stanchezza, bruciava oscuro e dolente, senza poter divampare in chiara fiamma?

It's a craving that shouldn't even exist, and yet you can't wish it didn't exist. Once it has hold of you, you can't wish it away, because you'd have to wish your life away, it's so bound up with it, and you can't do that—what good would dying do? Afterward—with pleasure. In her arms—only too gladly. But before? That's nonsense, because life is desire, and desire is life, and life can't be its own enemy.

Güzellik ve ruhun, heyecan ve coÅŸkuda birleÅŸmesi gibi, yaÅŸam ve ölüm de aÅŸkta birleÅŸir.

On a personal level, too, art is life intensified: it delights more rapidly; it engraves the traces of imaginary and intellectual adventure on the countenance of its servant and in the long run, for all the monastic calm of his external existence, leads to self-indulgence, over refinement, lethargy, and a restless curiosity that a lifetime of wild passions and pleasures could scarcely engender.

Yet nothing would seem to dull a deft an noble intellect more swiftly, more surely than the sharp and bitter stimulant of erudition, and clearly the adolescent's melancholic and ever so conscientious thoroughness is shallow when compared with the profound resolve of the mature master to deny knowledge, disavow it, put it behind him, head high, lest it should in the slightest maim, discourage, or debase the will, action, feeling, and even passion.

Denn du mußt wissen, daß wir Dichter den Weg der Schönheit nicht gehen können, ohne daß Eros sich zugesellt und sich zum Führer aufwirft; ja mögen wir auch Helden auf unsere Art und züchtige Kriegsleute sein, so sind wir wie Weiber, denn Leidenschaft ist unsere Erhebung, und unsere Sehnsucht muß Liebe bleiben, - das ist unsere Lust und Schande.

Zal ook uit dit wereldfeest van de dood, ook uit deze vreselijke koortsgloed die overal rondom de regenachtige hemel in brand steekt, ooit de liefde opstijgen?

Chi più ama è il più debole e deve soffrire.

Era voglia di viaggiare, nient'altro; ma sopraggiunta davvero come un accesso e cresciuta fino alla passione, addirittura all'inganno dei sensi.

El arte es vida potenciada.

Hans Castorp erfuhr, daß man eine Fertigkeit rasch gewinnt, deren man innerlich bedürftig ist.

Ask me not where I live or what I like to eat . . . Ask me what I am living for and what I think is keeping me from living fully that.

The light of truth burns without a flicker in the depths of a house that is shaken with storms of passion and fear.

If you want to identify me, he says to the British officers who are questioning him, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I think I am living for, in detail, and ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for. Between these two answers you can determine the identity of any person. page 25 in the book called, The Man in the Sycamore Tree by Edward Rice

The "spiritual life" is then the perfectly balanced life in which the body with its passions and instincts, the mind with its reasoning and its obedience to principle and the spirit with its passive illumination by the Light and Love of God form one complete man who is in God and with God and from God and for God. One man in whom God is all in all. One man in whom God carries out His own will without obstacle.