Quotes About Passion

Dis-moi, ton coeur parfois s'envole-t-il, Agathe!

Conceive a canvas for a lyrical or fairytale buffoonery, for a pantomime, and translate it into a serious novel. Drown everything in an abnormal and dreamy atmosphere, - in the atmosphere of the great days. - It must be something soothing, - even serene in its passion. - Regions of pure Poetry.

The panting lover bending o'er his fair one Looks like a dying man caressing his own tomb

Passion sits on the skull Of Humanity, And this infidel enthroned Laughs shamelessly, And gaily blows round bubbles That will fly, As if to join with worlds Deep in the sky. Rising on high, the frail Luminous globe, Shatters and bursts its slim soul Like a dream of gold. I hear at each bubble, the skull Moan and contend: 'This vicious, ridiculous game, When will it end? What you are blowing away Again and again, You murderous fiend, is my body My blood and my brain!

Hay que ser sublime sin interrupción

I love to think of those naked epochs Whose statues Phoebus liked to tinge with gold. At that time men and women, lithe and strong, Tasted the thrill of love free from care and prudery, And with the amorous sun caressing their loins They gloried in the health of their noble bodies.

Je préfère au constance, à l'opium, au nuits, L'élixir de ta bouche où l'amour se pavane ; Quand vers toi mes désirs partent en caravane, Tes yeux sont la citerne où boivent mes ennuis.

Charles Baudelaire

oh Lesbos, donde los besos lánguidos o alegres, ardientes como soles, frescos como sandías, son adorno de noches y días de gloria

Comme un flot grossi par la fonte Des glaciers grondants, Quand l'eau de ta bouche remonte Au bord de tes dents, Je crois boire un vin de Bohême, Amer et vainqueur, Un ciel liquide qui parsème D'étoiles mon coeur

Ton mensonge m'enivre, et mon âme s'abreuve Aux flots que la Douleur fait jaillir de tes yeux!

I love you as I love nocturnal skies . . . I love you as I love nocturnal skies, O grandiose reserve, O tear-filled vase.° Attractive one, midnight accessory, I love you more the more you run from me, the more mockingly you expand the breach between the big blue and my farthest reach. I rush you, climb you, outrage you as if I were a choir of worms, and you, a stiff. Implacable, cruel creature, I adore your chill—it makes you even lovelier.

Charles Baudelaire

Car je ne puis trouver parmi ces pâles roses Une fleur qui ressemble à mon rouge idéal.

My heart is a palace pillaged by the herd; They kill and take each other by the throat!

Ce qu'il y a d'ennuyeux dans l'amour, c'est que c'est un crime où l'on ne peut pas se passer d'un complice.

Charles Baudelaire

La haine est une liqueur précieuse, un poison plus cher que celui des Borgia, car il est fait avec notre sang, notre santé, notre sommeil et les deux tiers de notre amour! Il faut en être avare!

É a hora de vos embriagardes! Para não serdes escravos martirizados do tempo, embriagai-vos! Embriagai-vos sem cessar! Com vinho, poesia, virtude! Como quiserdes!

No se escandalice el lector de que esta seriedad arraigue en lo frívolo; recuerde que hay grandeza en todos los delirios, fuerza en todos los excesos.

el marco negro vuelve la mirada más profunda y singular, confiere al ojo una apariencia más resuelta de ventana abierta sobre el infinito; el colorete, que enciende el pómulo, aumenta aún más la claridad de la pupila y añade a un bello rostro femenino la pasión misteriosa de la sacerdotisa.

To creep softly, like a coward, toward the treasures of your body, to whip your joyous flesh?

Tu,care-mi legeni somnul cu mângâieri uÅŸoare S? nu ÅŸtii niciodat? cumplitu-mi nenoroc Nici taina scris?-n mine cu litere de foc! De patim? mi-e sil? ÅŸi orice gând m? doare…

For truly, Lord, the clearest proofs That we can give of our nobility, Are these impassioned sobs that through the ages roll, And die away upon the shore of your Eternity.