Quotes About Passion

Rendall's first law of jealousy: jealousy does the cock harder and pussy wetter.

Did I want to dance? Of course I did and that's not all.

Whatwe fear we also desire, and what we desire we fear.

I know that love is no cure, but rather the disease itself.

Your love, a sword made of moonlight and blood.

You want to be a poet and not die.

I had noticed, for example, how all my infatuations dissolved as soon as I really became friends with a man, became sympathetic to his problems, listened to him kvetch about his wife, or ex-wives, his mother, his children. After that I would like him, perhaps even love him—but without passion.

I was glowing with health and well-being, as a woman will glow when she's been fucked four times in one day by two different men

For the taste of the fruit is the tongue´s dream, and the apple´s red is the passion of the eye

When one follows the path with heart, one often bleeds. (But what is the alternative—a cauterized core?)

What is the arc of the plot of one's life? I want! I want!

There is nothing fiercer than a failed artist. The energy remains, but, having no outlet, it implodes in a great black fart of rage which smokes up all the inner windows of the soul.

Era come se lo stomaco pensasse di essere il cuore. E non importava quanto lo riempissi... di uomini, di libri, di cibo, di biscotti allo zenzero a forma di uomo, di poesie a forma di uomo e di uomini a forma di poesie... rifiutava di calmarsi. Senza fondo... ecco com'era. Ninfomania del cervello. Denutrizione del cuore.

You know, when you get old, you see that everything is a joke. All the things you were passionate about don't mean a thing. You only did them to keep busy.

You're not a secretary; you're a poet. What makes you think your life is going to be uncomplicated? What makes you think you can avoid all conflict? What makes you think you can avoid pain? Or passion? There's something to be said for passion. Can't you ever allow yourself and forgive yourself?

Young women dream of romance and passion as men dream of conquest because those dreams are necessary goads to leaving home and growing up.

Non c'è niente di più terribile di un artista mancato. L'energia rimane, ma, priva com'è di una valvola di sfogo, implode in un gigantesco peto nero di rabbia che offusca tutte le finestre interne dell'anima. Anche se gli artisti di successo sono spesso orribili, non c'è niente di più crudele o vano di un artista fallito.

Does love even have a sex? I doubt it. If you are lucky enough to love, who cares what decorative flesh your lover sports? The divine delta, that juicy fig, the powerful phallus, that scepter of state- each is only an aspect of Aphrodite, after all. We are all hermaphrodites at heart- aren't we? The delta is as soft as Aphrodite, the phallus stiff as Ares' spear. And no one wears anything for long but a coat of dust. Only the songs of passion linger

Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow it to the dark places where it leads.

There is nothing fiercer than a failed artist. The energy remains, but having no outlet, it implodes in a great fart of rage which smokes up all the inner windows of the soul.

On aime toujours trop quand on aime vraiment. L'exces est de rigueur. ( Don Juan ) Votre Diablerie, vous ne pouvez dire cela. Tout est pour le pire dans le pire des mondes possibles. ( Le majordome dans L'Ecole du diable )

Pourtant Dieu existe, Don Juan, Dieu existe. Car ce que j'ai senti pour vous, c'est cela, Dieu.

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Êtes-vous polythéiste, monsieur ? — Pardon ? — Moi je suis monothéiste. Je n'aime qu'un compositeur : Chopin. Je possède la conviction de n'avoir été envoyée sur terre que pour jouer et écouter Chopin.