Quotes About Passion

Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.

The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.

Affection is a coal that must be cooled; Else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.

A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind.

Love is a spirit all compact of fire

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume

For violent fires soon burn out themselves;Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short.

Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,For 'tis of aspics' tongues!

At your ageThe heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble.

O! a kissLong as my exile, sweet as my revenge!

This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy,This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;Regent of love-rimes, lord of folded arms,The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,Liege of all loiters and malcontents.

I have given suck, and knowHow tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:I would, while it was smiling in my face,Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as youHave done to this.

My only love sprung from my only hate!Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

They are not a pipe for fortune's fingerTo sound what stop she please. Give me that manThat is not passion's slave, and I will wear himIn my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,As I do thee. Something too much of this.

My love'sMore richer than my tongue.

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?Deny thy father, and refuse thy name;Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Warble, child; make passionate my sense of hearing.

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en;In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

This word "love," which greybeards call divine.

Is this the noble natureWhom passion could not shake? whose solid virtueThe shot of accident nor dart of chanceCould neither graze nor pierce?

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes,Bliss in our brows bent.

Now all the youth of England are on fire,And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies.