Quotes About Passion

welcoming the gradual evolution of passion into tenderness.

l'enfance a ses vertus. Elle nous sert à construire les fondations de nos rêves et de nos vies. C'est dans cette mémoire que tu viendras puiser tes forces, fouiller tes colères, entretenir tes passions, et bien souvent repousser les frontières de tes peurs, et de tes limites.

My brain loves obsessions. If it can make me hate myself, then it's all the better.

The most visible demonstration of Alchfrith's enthusiasm for Wilfrid's cause

I - will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all.

William Shakespeare: You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

William Shakespeare: Can you love a fool? Viola De Lesseps: Can you love a player?

William Shakespeare: I have a wife, yes, and I cannot marry the daughter of Sir Robert De Lesseps. You needed no wife come from Stratford to tell you that, and yet, you let me come to your bed. Viola De Lesseps: Calf-love. I loved the writer and gave up the prize for a sonnet.

As he goes, we see that VIOLA is love-struck by him, a riot in the heart.

He turns to blood. Love at first sight, no doubt about it. VIOLA has not seen him. She is doing a daughter's duty among her parents' friends. The guests form up to begin a changing-partners dance (the very same one you get in every ROMEO and JULIET).

WILL is burning midnight oil- literally and metaphorically. His quill has already covered a dozen sheets. He is inspired.

He kisses here with more passion that ceremony

WILL finds the loose end and spins her naked.

Falling as deeply in love with as many people, places, and things as you possibly can -- that's the best revenge on the unjust brevity of this fragile life.

The only reward you can ask from writing is the chance to keep doing it.

The most interesting thing about artists is how they live

Un jour vient où vous manque une seule chose et ce n'est pas l'objet de votre désir, c'est le désir.

Ik wil branden in het vuur van mijn gevoelens. Ik wil alles, want alleen als ik alles heb weet ik dat ik iets ben. Ik wil meegevoerd worden om de zinloosheid van mijn bestaan te vergeten en ik wil de ander vervoering, onderdompeling en overgave geven en laten ondergaan om duidelijk te maken dat er niets is buiten mij, dat ik de kern van haar bestaan ben, dat het nergens beter is en dat ik alles verdien wat zij kan geven.

Et puis tout d'un coup, je te vois et ça m'arrive que je t'aime, d'une façon que c'est pas possible de le dire...Tout le temps, je te vois, tout le temps je te parle...Le sommeil, ça me l'a tué, quand je mange, ça n'a plus de goût.Si tu ne me veux pas, ou je meurs ou je deviens fou.

Everything great in the world is done by neurotics; they alone founded our religions and created our masterpieces.

For what we suppose to be our love or our jealousy is never a single, continuous and indivisible passion. It is composed of an infinity of successive loves, of different jealousies, each of which is ephemeral, although by their uninterrupted multiplicity they give us the impression of continuity, the illusion of unity.

Ah, in those earliest days of love how naturally the kisses spring into life! So closely, in their profusion, do they crowd together that lovers would find it as hard to count the kisses exchanged in an hour as to count the flowers in a meadow in May.

I have built, deep in my heart, a chapel filled with you.

Love is a reciprocal torture.