Quotes About Passion

Aquí y aquí, o donde pueda estar el alma!-repuso Catalina golpeándose la frente y el pecho

Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

yo no puedo hacer lo que hace mi alma

You're all of life to me. Let me be a single breath of it for you. -Isabella to Heathcliff, "Wuthering Heights".

I'll go with him as far as the park,' he said. 'You'll go with him to hell!

You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!

Kiss me again, but don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer--but yours! How can I?

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?

I am Heathcliff!

Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.

Professor, you are very hard on that young Canadian girl! Hard? The Professor shrugged, spread his palms. Art - the girl has 'makings.' It takes red-hot fury to dig 'em up. If I'm harsh it's for her own good. More often than not worth while things hurt. Art's worth while.

Till I loved I never lived.

That I shall love always, I argue thee that love is life, and life hath immortality

Wild Nights—Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile—the winds— To a heart in port— Done with the compass— Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden— Ah, the sea! Might I but moor— Tonight— In thee!

Till I loved I never liked enough.

Le monde est oval. On apprend l'eau par la soif, et la terre par le voyage en mer; la passion par les affres, et la paix par les récits de guerre; l'amour par la mort, et les oiseaux par l'hiver.

Love is Immortality.

For love is immortality.

Oh the Earth was made for lovers

Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it, Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of my night, since thou with moons dost slake it, Not to partake thy passion, my humility.

Brewed from decades of agony! To think just how the fire will burn, Just how long-cheated eyes will turn

It burned me in the night, It blistered in my dream;

it occured to her that kissing and being kissed were two different things. and being kissed by someone you've really wanted to is something else again.

she thinks about lying in here with alex, of the tangle of arms and rope, or lips.