Quotes About Passion

Love in the Phalanstery is no longer, as it is with us, a recreation which detracts from work; on the contrary it is the soul and the vehicle, the mainspring, of all works and of the whole of universal attraction.

Pleasure and love are the pinions of great deeds.

The process of discovery begins when we observe, often vaguely, a gap between what is and what could be. Our intuition tells us something better is just beyond the range of our mind's eye. To build a culture of discovery, we must encourage, not discourage, the passionate pursuit of hunches (no matter their origin).

It is a revenge the devil sometimes takes upon the virtuous, that he entraps them by the force of the very passion they have suppressed and think themselves superior to.

...if a man love the labor of any trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him... If you recognize in yourself some such decisive taste, there is no room for hesitation: follow your bent.... soon your every thought will be engrossed in that beloved occupation.

Asymmetrical kisses, the sexiest yearning — one lip on nostalgia, the other, love yet earning

I vow to you for eternity an infinity of kisses.

Kiss: love professed through lips.

Kisses change hue with each lover.

When I kiss you, I can taste your soul.

Your kisses are no asterisk, no postscript — they're always the matter at hand.

Kiss me and my soul-storm thunders.

...but I assure you that there are moments when Art almost attains to the dignity of manual labor.

Love letter: an inky heartprint.

Lightning flashes her blinding passion, Thunder booms his primal reply.

I... was seized very early with a passion for literature, which has been the ruling passion of my life, and the great source of my enjoyments.

Love must be as much a light as a flame.

Love is that flame which, when it is kindled, Devours everything except the Beloved.

I chose you... Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it.

The music may have stopped but my heart beats to another tune, this rhythm called love.

Hot lovers don't feel the cold.

Love turns the sensible stupid and the shy wild.

Love consists of a little sighing, a little crying, a little dying — and a deal of lying.

Love is my religion — I could die for that.