Quotes About Passion

This is the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent property fordoes itself And leads the will to desperate undertakings As oft as any passion under heaven That does afflict our natures.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch Which hurts and is desired.

Wear me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, passion cruel as the grave.

She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.

Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.

They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up half of my wealth.

It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance

We that are true lovers run into strange capers.

Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.

Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip The anvil of my sword, and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, I loved the maid I married; never man Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.

They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love. -

If love be rough with you, be rough with love

A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)

Los placeres violentos poseen finales violentos y tienen en su triunfo su propia muerte, del mismo modo en que se consumen el fuego y la pólvora en un beso voraz.

All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.

Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter; dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty, beyond waht can be valued, rich or rare; no less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor; as much as child e'er loved, or father found; a love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; beyond all manner of so much I love you.

Why, that is nothing: for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And where two raging fires meet together They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all: So I to her and so she yields to me; For I am rough and woo not like a babe.

Give me my Romeo. And when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

She's Love, she loves, and yet she is not lov'd.

O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought