Quotes About Passion

We are tossed about by external causes in many ways, and like waves driven by contrary winds, we waver and are unconscious of the issue and our fate.' We think we are most ourselves when we are most passionate, whereas it is then we are most passive, caught in some ancestral torrent of impulse or feeling, and swept on to a precipitate reaction which meets only part of the situation because without thought only part of a situation can be perceived.

It is difficult to be enthusiastic about Aristotle, because it was difficult for him to be enthusiastic about anything. His motto is nil admirari - to admire or marvel at nothing.

Passion without reason is blind, reason without passion is dead. Thought should not lack the heat of desire, nor desire the light of thought.

Even though it consumes us in its service and overwhelms us with tragedy, even though it breaks us down with separations, let it be first. How can it matter what price we pay for love?

Without Puccini, there is no opera; without opera, the world is an even drearier place than the evening news would have us think.

Exuberance is beauty.

Energy is eternal delight.

Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.

To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration

Enthusiastic admiration is the first principle of knowledge and the last

If a thing loves, it is infinite. ( Annotations to Swedenborg )

Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face;

If a thing loves, it is infinite

but you're giving a very good impression of a lovelorn fool pining for his girl.

It's funny how, sometimes, one can be so convinced, so utterly certain, about something as entirely fickle as strong emotion

Meeting Hettie again made him achingly conscious once more of the irrefutable nature of his obsession with her. Obsession - or love? Or was it something more unhealthy - a kind of craving, an addiction?

Cornell off to realise another impossible dream, righting more geopolitical wrongs. In a way, she thought, you had to admire someone like that. They burned brighter than ordinary mortals.

Love is that flame which, when it blazes up, consumes everything else but the Beloved (V, 588).

You remember I had a strong inclination all my life to be a painter. Under different circumstances I would rather have been a painter than to bother with these god-damn words. I never actually thought of myself as a poet but I knew I had to be an artist in some way.

But love is unworldly, and nothing comes of it but love...

But love love is unworldly, and nothing comes of it but love—following and falling endlessly from her thoughts

I have always associated [Al Que Quiere!] with a figure on a soccer field: to him who wants the ball to be passed to him. [...] I was convinced nobody in the world of poetry wanted me but I was there willing to pass the ball if anyone did want it.

If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.

I catch fire and find the reserves of courage and assertiveness to speak up. When that happens I get quite carried away. My blood gets hot my brow wet I become unbearably and unconscionably sarcastic and bellicose I am girded for a total showdown.