Quotes About Passion

It is no longer a question of killing, of devouring or seducing the Other, of facing him, of competing with him, of loving or hating the Other. It is first of all a matter of producing the Other. The Other is no longer an object of passion but an object of production. Maybe it is because the Other, in his radical otherness, or in his irreducible singularity, has become dangerous or unbearable.

Only metaphysical passion can compete with seduction. The one fights against the illusion of an objective reality, the other against the subjective illusion of desire. The worst thing being to turn desire into a reality. To consider everything from its dead angle, its blind spot: the place accidents come from.

We can bear ideas and events only when laundered by commentary, like the dirty money concealed by banking secrecy. 'In the heart and the belly it continues to sing its poisonous song - Better to kill a child than to harbour unsatisfied desires within oneself' (Kenzaburo Oe). Ressentiment is an empty, useless passion only if it assumes a sentimental form.

O êxtase é antinômico da paixão.

the objects in our lives, as distinct from the way we make use of them at a given moment, represent something much more, something profoundly related to subjectivity: for a while the object is a resistant material body, it is also, simultaneously, a mental realm over which I hold sway, a thing whose meaning is governed by myself alone. It is all my own, the object of my passion.

Si le feu brûlait ma maison, qu'emporterais-je? J'aimerais emporter le feu...

Jeannot la bêtise des amoureux est immense, végétale, animale, astrale. Que faire? Comment te faire comprendre que je n'existe plus en dehors de toi.

Il y a dans le dessin une très grande jouissance. L'écriture, c'est le dessin noué autrement. (...) Et quand je dessine, j'écris, et, peut-être, que quand j'ecris, je dessine.

There is neither magic nor master's eye. Only a great deal of love and a great deal of work.

Cet amour le ravageait d'autant plus qu'il précédait la connaissance de l'amour. C'était un mal vague, intense, contre lequel il n'existe aucun remède, un désir chaste sans sexe et sans but.

Si votre maison brûlait, qu'emporteriez- vous ? – J'emporterais le feu.

Art is not a pastime, but a priesthood.

Horatio leaned toward her, What is the secret of joy? Mousey thought for a moment. Doing what you like best. Of course. How simple. And how true.

I love you, Elizabeth. I've always loved you since you were . . ." And he kissed her.

Jondalar, you give me nothing but joy, nothing but pleasure. I love it when you want me, any time, any place. If you want me, there is no time I am not ready for you. I always want you. I love you.

The absurd man will not commit suicide; he wants to live, without relinquishing any of his certainty, without a future, without hope, without illusions … and without resignation either. He stares at death with passionate attention and this fascination liberates him. He experiences the "divine irresponsibility" of the condemned man.

L'homme est une passion inutile

El amor es una gran cosa poética que es preciso no espantar.

Gustavo Solivellas dice: Felicidad no es hacer lo que uno quiere sino querer lo que uno hace (Jean Paul Sartre)

Felicidad no es hacer lo que uno quiere sino querer lo que uno hace.

And yet-I wonder. Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love-or to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories.

To love was the greatest adventure life had to offer; but to love was to suffer.

Ce n'est plus une ardeur dans mes veines cachée : C'est Vénus toute entière à sa proie attachée.

Ses yeux, qui vainement voulaient vous éviter, Déjà pleins de langueur ne pouvaient vous quitter. Le nom d'amant peut-être offense son courage. Mais il en a les yeux, s'il n'en a le langage.