Quotes About Passion

She loved Harry and so, when he disappeared, when he withdrew into vagueness and alcohol, she had despised him passionately.

Whatever flames upon the nightMan's own resinous heart has fed.

A shudder in the loins engenders thereThe broken wall, the burning roof and towerAnd Agamemnon dead.

Players and painted stage took all my love,And not those things that they were emblems of.

Education is not filling a pail but the lighting of a fire.

Never give all the heart, for loveWill hardly seem worth thinking ofTo passionate women if it seemCertain, and they never dreamThat it fades out from kiss to kiss;For everything that's lovely isBut a brief, dreamy kind delight.

What were all the world's alarmsTo mighty Paris when he foundSleep upon a golden bedThat first dawn in Helen's arms?

Turning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhereThe ceremony of innocence is drowned;The best lack all conviction, while the worstAre full of passionate intensity.

I had wild Jack for a lover.

Education is not filling a bucket, but lighting a fire.

Things fall apart the center cannot hold Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

And what if excess of love Bewildered them till they died?

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

They must go out of the theatre with the strength they live by strengthened from looking upon some passion that could, whatever its chosen way of life, strike down an enemy, fill a long stocking with money or move a girl's heart.

Before I am old I shall have written him one Poem maybe as cold And passionate as the dawn.

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

Christian faith is not (not always? not usually?) a call to caution and moderation.

I think all writing is a disease. You can't stop it.

All women are not Helen, I know that, but have Helen in their hearts.

O, she is the antidote to desire.

Beauty is the lover's gift.

Fanaticism soberly defined, is the false fire of an over heated mind.

She felt him more than life to her and knew him lost, and the frenzy, that makes a woman kill the man she loves, or fling vitriol to destroy the beauty she cannot have for all hers, possessed her lawless soul.