Quotes About Passion

La mia anima è un abisso tutto striato di febbri.

Damn my eyes. Damn my soul. Glorious!

Some people feel guilty about their anxieties and regard them as a defect of faith but they are afflictions, not sins. Like all afflictions, they are, if we can so take them, our share in the passion of Christ.

Mortal lovers must not try to remain at the first step. For lasting passion is the dream of a harlot, and from it we wake in despair.

Did I love what I was doing, or did I love myself in doing it?

If we're not loyal to the things we love, what's the point? That's like not having a memory. That's when we stop being human.

A creative person has little power over his own life. He is not free. He is captive and driven by his daimon.

Were it not for the leaping and twinkling of the soul, man would rot away in his greatest passion, idleness.

I swayed between fear, defiance, and nausea, and was wholly the prey of my passion. I could not and did not want to listen to the depths. But on the seventh night, the spirit of the depths spoke to me: "Look into your depths, pray to your depths, waken the dead.

When, for instance, a highly esteemed professor in his seventies abandons his family and runs off with a young red-headed actress, we know that the gods have claimed another victim.

In fact, passion that goes beyond the natural measure of love ultimately aims at the mystery of becoming whole, and this is why one feels, when he has fallen passionately in love, that becoming one with the other person is the only worthwhile goal of one's life.)

School came to bore me. It took up far too much time which I would rather have spent drawing battles and playing with fire.

But what is passion, what are emotions? There is the source of fire, there is the fullness of energy. A man who is not on fire is nothing: he is ridiculous, he is two-dimensional. He must be on fire even if he does make a fool of himself. A flame must burn somewhere, otherwise no light shines; there is no warmth, nothing.

AvÅ¡ak jako tv?r?í ?lovÄ›k je jedinec vystaven tomu, že není svobodný, nýbrž jej poutá a pudí démon.

All this being so, it is not strange that the artist is an especially interesting case for the psychologist who uses an analytical method. The artist's life cannot be otherwise than full of conflicts, for two forces are at war within him—on the one hand the common human longing for happiness, satisfaction and security in life, and on the other a ruthless passion for creation which may go so far as to override every personal desire.

Art is a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes him its instrument. The artist is not a person endowed with free will who seeks his own ends, but one who allows art to realize its purposes through him.

There's just something about making whoopee out under the stars that keeps a heart young, a mind sharp, and"-- she leaned close to whisper in Meg's ear-- "your coochie ready to do hoochie!

He seemed almost too exuberant, she thought. As if he was happy but with a bit of desperation thrown in.

getting their ashes hauled.

poleaxed with exuberance. Keeping to dirt roads,

Sade, Jai Wolf, Chet Porter, Nujabes, J Dilla—

Once, she'd dressed up as a French maid. Another time it was a candy striper. Both outfits had really revved him up.

He came to read; two or three books are lying open: history and poetry. But after just ten minutes of reading he lets them drop. There on the sofa he falls asleep. He truly is devoted to reading- but he is twenty-three years old, and very handsome. And just this afternoon, Eros surged within his perfect limbs and on his lips. Into his beautiful flesh came the heat of passion, and there was no foolish embarrassment about the form that pleasure took..

Yo bebí un vino fuerte, como sólo el audaz bebe el placer.