Quotes About Passion

Din pasiunea gratuita a cunoasterii, din obsesia adevarului, cei pe care ii pretuim ca oameni inteligenti se descurca de obicei mai prost in viata decat prostii si ajung uneori sa-si neglijeze interesele si chiar sa lucreze impotriva lor, pastrand, totusi, cum spuneam la inceput, loc destul pentru prostia propriu-zisa. Deci inteligenta nu e in fond decat o prostie heteronoma.

Estás circulando por mis venas. Yo te siento deslizar pausadamente. Apoyo los dedos en las arterias de las sienes, del cuello, de los puños, para palparte.

Pongo las manos sobre mi corazón y siento que late desesperado. -¿Qué quieres tú? Y me contesta: -Romper tu pecho, echar alas, agujerear las paredes, atravesar las casas, volar, loco, a través de la ciudad, encontrarle, ahuecar su pecho y juntarme al suyo.

Entonces hablo para sentir que existo, porque si no hablara mi lengua se paralizaría, mi corazón dejaría de latir, toda yo me secaría deslumbrada.

Cómo decir este deseo de alma? Un deseo divino me devora; pretendo hablar, pero se rompe y llora esto que llevo adentro y no se calma.

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this, To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.

We are all alike, and we love to keep passion aglow at our feet, Like one that sitteth in shade and complacently smiles at the heat.

It is for the best and highest interests of literature that those who love it before all other things, and cherish it beyond all other considerations, should nevertheless take a large and liberal view of what constitutes life.

Would not the proper conclusion, therefore—a conclusion not overstrained and if not stated with excessive dogmatism—seem to be, that literature, though demanding precedence in the affections, and exacting the chief attention of one who professes really to love it, is not a jealous mistress, but, on the contrary, is only too well pleased to see even its most attached votaries combine with their one supreme passion a number of minor interests and even minor affections.

There is no passion of the human heart, no speculation of the human mind, to which Shakespeare has not, in some passage or another, given expressive utterance.

Make it a human war,' she said fiercely. 'You're the first not to be deceived by my looks. Oh God! The boredom of the chivalrous knights and their milk-maid passion for the fairy tale princess. But I'm not like that ... inside. I'm not. I'm not. Never. Make it a savage war between us. Don't win me ... destroy me!

I read like the flame reads the wood.

Oh! my friend, when you feel bursting on your lips the vow of eternal love, do not be afraid to yield, but do not confound wine with intoxication; do not think the cup divine because the draft is of celestial flavor; do not be astonished to find it broken and empty in the evening.

The fumes of wine fermented in my head; it was one of those moments of intoxication when all that ones sees and hears, speaks to one of the adored.... One would willingly embrace all who smile, and one feels that he is brother of all who live.

Do Not Trifle with Love.

life is a deep sleep of which love is the dream

The heart that once has been your shrine for other loves is too divine

Look at the sun! It's dry, it's dead, it needs a drink, it wants blood! And I'll give it blood!

Your name, merely your name, floods my brain to a point of sweet disgust.

el beso es el contacto de dos epidermis y la fusion de dos fantasias...

Laurette ! Laurette ! Ah ! je me sens plus lâche qu'une femme. Mon désespoir me tue ; il faut que je pleure. ( RAZETTA )

Mes rivaux, sous mes yeux, sauront plaire et charmer. Je resterai muet ; - moi, je ne sais qu'aimer

Qu'importe le flacon, pourvu qu'on ait l'ivresse ?

Hakiki hayatta ebedi ve mutlak a?klar aramaya kalk??mak, ?ehir meydanlar?nda Venüs kadar güzel kad?nlar aramaya yahut da bülbüllerin Beethoven'?n senfonilerini çalmalar?n? istemeye müsavidir.