Quotes About Passion

Love always makes those eloquent that have it. ---From Hero and Leander, Sestiad II

Break heart, drop blood, and mingle it with tears.

Sweet prince, I come! these, thy amorous lines Might have enforc'd me to have swum from France, And, like Leander, gasp'd upon the sand, So thou wouldst smile, and take me in thine arms.

Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he loves me more than all the world

If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me, and be my love.

I can be most colorful and inventive when I am angry.

Kayso, Foo finally came home and I jumped into his arms and sort of rode him to the ground with a massive tongue kiss so deep that I could taste the burned cinnamon toast of his soul, but then I slapped him, so he didn't think I was a slut. (Shut up, he had wood.) --Being the Journal of Abby Normal

Like God's own chocolate, I'd lick her shadow off a hot sidewalk

Scratch a cynic and you will find a disappointed romantic.

Hope is merely another face of desire. And desire is a motherfucker.

Love them all, said Renoir. That is the secret, young man. Love them all. The painter let go of his arm and shrugged. Then, even if your paintings are shit, you will have loved them all.

Anger is the spirits telling you that you are alive.

She can be a whirlwind of tits and terror when she puts her mind to a purpose, can't she, sir?

Have you never met anyone who works in a record store? There is no greater repository of unjustified arrogance in the world.

What do you want? Spain Fuck!

Oh, how the pillars of lust can crumble under the weight of stupidity.

Y'all got to love something. Y'all got to hate something. Y'all got to want something. Pissing on other people's passion 'cause you trying to be cool just make you a coward—a

Give in to your passions and they will lead you to the most preposterous conclusions—passions make a fool of reason.

Blue is beauty, not truth. "True blue" is a ruse, a rhyme; it's there, then it's not. Blue is a deeply sneaky color. Even deep blue is shallow. Blue is glory and power, a wave, a particle, a vibration, a resonance, a spirit, a passion, a memory, a vanity, a metaphor, a dream. Blue is a simile. Blue, she is like a woman.

An artist can't let madness stop him from making art, he simply has to channel it.

No, you don't understand, young man. You couldn't understand. Emily was my life. I got up in the morning for her, I went to work for her, I built a business for her. I couldn't wait to get home at night to tell her about my day. I went to bed with her and I dreamed about her when I slept. She was my passion, my wife, my best friend, the love of my life. And one day, without warning, she was gone and my life is a void. You couldn't possibly understand.

I'm just going to try to save the woman I love, and that's as good as the world to me.

This woman could break my heart. I could crash and burn on this woman. I could lose this woman, drink heavily, write profound poems, and die in the gutter of tuberculosis over this woman.

Por favor, por el amor de Dios, pon fin a este sufrimiento y fóllame o mátame!