Quotes About Passion

Red, for the blood of angry men, black, for the night that will finally end.

There are certain natures which cannot have love on one side without hatred on the other.

The most powerful symptom of love is a tenderness which becomes at times almost insupportable.

Si tout autour de moi, est monotone et décoloré, n'y a-t-il pas en moi une tempête, une lutte, une tragédie?

L'amour n'a point de moyen terme; ou il perd, ou il sauve.

In the morning I write love letters and in the afternoon I dig graves

C'est que l'amour est comme un arbre, il pousse de lui-même, jette profondément ses racines dans tout notre être, et continue souvent de verdoyer sur un cÅ"ur en ruines.   Et ce qu'il y a d'inexplicable, c'est que plus cette passion est aveugle, plus elle est tenace. Elle n'est jamais plus solide que lorsqu'elle n'a pas de raison en elle.  

I understand only love and liberty.

would go somewhere, we would seek that spot on earth, where the sun is brightest, the sky the bluest, where the trees are most luxuriant. We would love each other, we would pour our two souls into each other, and we would have a thirst for ourselves which we would quench in common and incessantly at that fountain of inexhaustible love. She interrupted with a terrible and thrilling laugh. Look, father, you have blood on your fingers!

Love is an old invention but it is one that is always new. Make the most of it.

Love is like a tree; it sprouts forth of itself, sends its roots out deeply through our whole being, and often continues to flourish greenly over a heart in ruins. And the inexplicable point about it is that the more blind is this passion, the more tenacious it is. It is never more solid than when it has no reason in it.

They adored each other; but still the permanent and the immutable subsist. We may love and laugh, pout, clasp hands, smile, and exchange endearments, but that does not affect eternity. Two lovers hide in the dusk of evening, amid flowers and the twittering of birds, and enchant each other with their hearts shinning in their eyes; but the stars in their course still circle through infinite space.

El exceso del dolor como el exceso de la alegría, es una cosa violenta que dura poco: el corazón del hombre no puede durar mucho en un extremo.

When those we love are in question, our prudence invents every sort of madness.

Le propre de l'amour, c'est d'errer.

One kiss, and that was everything.

She worked to live; then, also to live, for the heart too has its hunger, she loved.

The most sovereign symptom of love is a tenderness that is, at times, almost unbearable.

Y la memoria es el tormento de los celosos

He felt as though his brain were on fire. She had come to him, what joy! And then, how she had looked at him! She seemed more beautiful than ever before. Beautiful with a beauty that combined all of the woman with all of the angel, a beauty that would have made Petrarch sing and Dante kneel. He felt as though he were swimming in the deep blue sky. At the same time he was horribly disconcerted, because there was dust on his boots.

Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps.

Lavorava per vivere; poi, sempre per vivere, poiché anche il cuore ha fame, amò.

to be hated! to love with all the fury of one's soul; to feel that one would give for the least of her smiles, one's blood, one's vitals, one's fame, one's salvation, one's immortality and eternity

Loving in ignorance, she loved with all the more passion. She did not know whether it was good or evil, beneficent or dangerous, necessary or accidental, eternal or transitory, permitted or prohibited: she loved