Quotes About Passion

Comme ils sont dans l'erreur ceux qui voient en Elua un dieu bien délicat, fait uniquement pour être adoré par les amants aux yeux tournés vers les étoiles. Mais que les guerriers clament donc leur foi dans des dieux de sang et de tonnerre ; l'amour est dur, plus dur que l'acier - et trois fois plus cruel. Il est inexorable comme la marée, et la vie et la mort marchent sur ses brisées.

In the end, I didn't know why I loved her to the point of distraction. I knew only that I did.

C'è forse da stupirsi che io sia diventata quella che sono? Delaunay sostiene che fosse da sempre il mio destino... Forse ha ragione ma c'è una cosa che so con certezza: quando l'Amore mi ha scacciata, è stata la Crudeltà ad avere pietà di me.

Amore e odio sono due lati di una stessa lama. A dividerli è un filo più tagliente di quelli del pugnale del tuo cassiliano.

Gardez-la, garce. J'ai les moyens d'en acheter d'autres. Mais vous, vous en aurez besoin. Mettez la au clou, ou, mieux, portez la. Qu'elle vous entre dans la chair à chaque fois qu'un type vous baisera comme vous m'avez baisé. J'ai l'intuition que Lyon Burke sera le premier d'une longue série.

Give me some oomph, babe

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I am going to talk to you three times a week from a country that is fighting for its life. Inevitably I'm going to get called by that terrifying word "propagandist." But of course I'm a propagandist. Passionately I want my ideas—our ideas—of freedom and justice to survive. Vernon Bartlett, May 28, 1940, during the inaugural broadcast of the British Broadcasting Corporation's North American Service

You are my heart as it beats within my chest, my soul as it moves through my mind. The breath in my body that so fascinates you is your essence pouring in and out of me in a wave that drowns me over and over again until I cannot breathe for wanting you. Needing you.

Whenever I see you, I am overcome with the urge to be rooted within you, to be buried deep so your body can nourish me.

I am going to devour you, Magdelegna," he promised her, the darkness of his cravings coming to bear on her fully at last. "You wanted to know my passions? Allow me to introduce them to you.

Every explorer I have met has been driven—not coincidentally but quintessentially—by curiosity, by a single-minded, insatiable, and even jubilant need to know.

On aime ce qui nous a émerveillé, et on protège ce que l'on aime.

Growing heated as he talks about the lost opportunity, Balsillie stops and bows his head. Rubbing a clenched fist back and forth across his forehead, as if trying to remove some hidden stain, he ends the conversation. "I must not go back to the life of commerce," he says.

Yo creía que quería ser poeta, pero en el fondo quería ser poema

A novel…is a golden kettle into which you pour all of experience… You can toss in great chunks of meat and fragrant bones and stock left over from the meals before. You can add fragments of character or the whole man. You can have scenes that fill a quarter of the book and others that flash by in a fleeting glance. In a novel there's nothing you can't do, if you do it with passion.

Because when men ignite in their hearts a religious fury, they inflict at the same time a blindness upon their eyes.

for you will always gravitate toward that which you, secretly, most love.

And you, too, youthful reader, will realize the Vision (not the idle wish) of your heart, be it base or beautiful, or a mixture of both, for you will always gravitate toward that which you, secretly, most love.

Men enslaved by self, passionate, proud, and condemnatory, believe their particular creed or religion to be the Truth, and all other religions to be error; and they proselytize with passionate ardor. There is but one religion, the religion of Truth. There is but one error, the error of self. Truth is not a formal belief; it is an unselfish, holy, and aspiring heart, and he who has Truth is at peace with all, and cherishes all with thoughts of love.

Yes, humanity surges with uncontrolled passion. id tumultuous with ungoverned grief, is blown about by anxiety and doubt; only the wise man, only he whose thoughts are controlled and purified, makes the winds and the storms of the soul obey him.

humanity surges with uncontrolled passion, is tumultuous with ungoverned grief, is blown about by anxiety and doubt only the wise man, only he whose thoughts

Yes, humanity surges with uncontrolled passion, is tumultuous with ungoverned grief, is blown about by anxiety and doubt; only the wise man, only he whose thoughts are controlled and purified, makes the winds and the storms of the soul obey him.

You will become as small as your controlling desire; as great as your dominant aspiration: