Quotes About Passion

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Poetry drives out or suspends lust.

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Peace is a lie. There is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory my chains are broken.

Peace is a lie; there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength." The words came easily to Scourge; the mantra had been drilled into his brain during his training until it was second nature. "Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory my chains are broken.

The power of the dark side. The heat of passion and emotion. I can feel it in you, as well. Burning beneath the surface. Burning like your anger. It makes you strong.

I read like fiends smoke crack

Music is my mistress, and she plays second fiddle to no one.

Sa marche assurée, sa taille souple, ses narines roses et ouvertes, ses grands yeux légère- ment cerclés de bleu, dénotaient une de ces natures ardentes qui répandent autour d'elles un parfum de volupté, comme ces flacons d'Orient qui, si bien fermés qu'ils soient, laissent échapper le par- fum de la liqueur qu'ils renferment.

Life is too fragile and valuable to be spent doing something you hate.

shot through the heart, and you're to blame! you give love, a bad name.

and kisses are a better fate than wisdom

Unless you love someone nothing makes sense.

One sign that you have found the characteristics of your heart is when your passion, purpose, talents and pain all come together and begin defining who you are.

Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its highest. Live in fragments no longer.

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.

Only by you my heart always moves.

love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one

That which we die for lives as wholly as that which we live for dies.

love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark

If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.

and from my thighs which shrug and pant a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips)

my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom

when god lets my body be From each brave eye shall sprout a tree fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will dance upon Between my lips which did sing a rose shall beget the spring that maidens whom passion wastes will lay between their little breasts My strong fingers beneath the snow Into strenuous birds shall go my love walking in the grass their wings will touch with her face and all the while shall my heart be With the bulge and nuzzle of the sea