Quotes About Passion

You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

You are to me an object so intensely desirable that the air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy

Let me write not for fame and laurel, but from the mere yearning and fondness I have for the beautiful even if my night's labors be burnt each morning and no eye ever shine upon them.

I could centre my Happiness in you, I cannot expect to engross your heart so entirely -- indeed if I thought you felt as much for me as I do for you at this moment I do not think I could restrain myself from seeing you again tomorrow for the delight of one embrace. But no -- I must live upon hope and Chance. In case of the worst that can happen, I shall still love you -- but what hatred shall I have for another!

I burn'd And ached for wings

For so delicious were the words she sung,it seem'd he had loved them a whole summer long.

My dear girl, I love you ever and ever and without reserve.

My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you. I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again -- my Life seems to stop there -- I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving -- I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you.

Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft swell and fall, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon to death.

Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you: how much more deeply then must I feel for you knowing you love me. My Mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it. I never felt my Mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment -- upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses.

Aí de quando a paixão é simultaneamente modesta e arrebatada!

I'll tell you how to burn

You see how I go on—like so many strokes of a hammer. I cannot help it—I am impell'd, driven to it.

Yet can I think of thee till thought is blind

I could be martyr'd for my Religion — Love is my religion — I could die for that — I could die for you.

She went up to his bedroom door and listened to the wildly twanging bed springs as they reached a crescendo as they built toward a finale worthy of Grieg's 'In the Hall of the Mountain King

Patrolman Mancuso's love for the motorcycle was platonically intense.

But I was used to finding something deadly in things that attracted me; there was always something deadly lurking in anything I wanted, anything I loved. And if it wasn't there, as for example with Phineas, then I put it there myself.

Everything is clearer when you're in love.

When I cannot sing my heart, I can only speak my mind.

When I hold you in my arms and I feel my finger on your trigger I know no one can do me no harm because happiness is a warm gun.

Somewhat ironically, Clarke later committed suicide as a result of a 'violent and hopeless passion for a very beautiful lady of a rank superior to his own'. To decide the method he tossed a coin: heads he would hang himself, tails he would drown. The coin landed on its side in a mud patch, so he shot himself.

There was nothing even faintly exciting about this work; it was pure tedium, and pure boredom. And yet every step involved contact with something that could kill, and every step involved passion.

religious experience, inspiring the same kinds of passion that Vannevar Bush's Memex article had given rise to for Engelbart twenty-three years earlier. Computing was just beginning to have an impact on society.