Quotes About Passion

It is good that man should accept at face value the cheats of sense and snares of flesh, and through the fogs of sentiency pursue the lures and lies of passion.

Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.

I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.

Denn gegen die Liebe ist kein Kraut gewachsen, gegen sie hilft kein Trank, keine Speise, nichts, was in Zaubersprüchen gemurmelt wird, sondern nur Kuss und Umarmung und nackt beieinanderzuliegen. - Philetas

There was never any yet that wholly could escape love, and never shall there be any, never so long as beauty shall be, never so long as eyes can see.

For there was never any yet that wholly could escape love, and never shall there be any, never so long as beauty shall be, never so long as eyes can see.

For this will cure him that is sick, and rouse him that is in dumps; one that has loved, it will remember of it; one that has not, it will instruct. For there was never any yet that wholly could escape love, and never shall there be any, never so long as beauty shall be, never so long as eyes can see. But help me that God to write the passions of others; and while I write, keep me in my own right wits.

There is no greater glory than love, nor any great punishment than jealously.

Creer que un cielo en un infierno cabe, dar la vida y el alma a un desengaño: esto es amor. Quien lo probó lo sabe.

Everything I wanted before, I want twice as much now. And that doesn't mean material things; it means to explore more, to think more. Being an artist doesn't start because you're 21, and it doesn't end because you're 51. You are who you are until the day you die.

If you want to live With all I have to give I need to feel true love Or it's got to end, yeah

I think God made you for me, a mix of passionate fidelities, baby your so complete, I write this song to let you know, that you will always be my lust, my love, my man, my child, my friend, and my king

I'm never satisfied Honey my appetite Is keeping me up at night I'm going crazy for more of your love I need you all the time You bring me back to life I'm going crazy for more of your love

You don't change what you love or you never loved it to begin with.

I am yours," he whispered. "I live to hold you, Risa. I breathe to touch you.

But I might—" he bit out. "Tell me you're not a fucking virgin." "No, I'm not a fucking virgin. Virgins have yet to fuck, remember?

Belle]'d fallen in love with him at fifteen, galloping down clay roads with the leaves of autumn swirling around them. They'd discovered the nooks and crannies of passion in his mother's darkened parlor on a rolling sea of dark wine velvet, amid a flotilla of lacy white antimacassars...

What's the furthest corner? Because that's where I want to be, alone with the only thing that I love.

Just as the light and weightless vegetation of saltpeter floats over the old walls of houses as soon as the owner gets careless, so the literary vocation springs up in you.

For each kiss I gave you a huge cluster of tears!

The still pool of your mouth under a thicket of kisses.

I want to be a poet, from head to toe, living and dying by poetry.

I'm not a driven businessman, but a driven artist. I never think about money. Beautiful things make money.

I have a passion for the name of "Mary," For once it was a magic sound to me, And still it half calls up the realms of fairy, Where I beheld what never was to be.