Quotes About Passion

Of course it does. Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

Wherever a choice has had to be made between the man of reason and the madman, the world has unhesitatingly followed the madman. For the madman appeals to what is fundamental, to passion and the instincts; the philosophers to what is superficial and supererogatory - reason.

Impulse arrested spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness.

Je veux savoir ce que c'est que la passion, lui entendait-elle dire. Je veux ressentir quelque chose avec violence.

I want to know what passion is, she heard him saying. I want to feel something strongly.

Did you ever feel," he asked, "as though you had something inside you that was only waiting for you to give it a chance to come out?

The fitchew nor the soiled horse goes to't with a more riotous appetite.

Impulse arrested spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness: it depends on the force of the current, the height and strength of the barrier. The unchecked stream flows smoothly down its appointed channels into a calm well-being.

I looked down by chance, and went on passionately staring by choice, at my own crossed legs," the writer and philosopher recollected. "Those folds in the trousers ? what a labyrinth of endlessly significant complexity! And the texture of the gray flannel ? how rich, how deeply, mysteriously sumptuous.

I want to know what passion is, she heard him saying. I want to feel something strongly.

The Savage shook his head. "It all seems to me quite horrible." "Of course it does. Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

An intellectual is someone who's found one thing that's more interesting than sex.

Words expressing desire may be more moving than the presence of the desired person.

The Savage shook his head. 'It all seems to me quite horrible.' 'Of course it does. Actual happiness always pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

Impulse spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness [...] Feeling lurks in that interval of time between desire and its consummation.

La actual felicidad siempre parece muy menguada en comparación con las compensaciones que brinda la miseria. Y, además, la estabilidad no es ni con mucho tan espectacular como la inestabilidad. Y el estar satisfecho no tiene el encanto de una denodada lucha contra la desgracia, ni el pintoresquismo de una pugna contra la tentación, o de una fatal derrota a manos de la pasión o de la duda. La felicidad nunca es grandiosa.

Rage was making him fluent

He squeezed her limp hand almost with violence, as though he would force her to come back from this dream of ignoble pleasures, from these base and hateful memories_back into the present, back into reality: the appalling present, the awful reality_but sublime, but significant, but desperately important precisely because of the imminence of that which made them so fearful.

Think of water under pressure in a pipe. They thought of it. I pierce it once, said the Controller. What a jet. He pierced it twenty times. There were twenty piddling little fountains. ~ Erasing passion and desire.

Being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

Neka pironska ravnodušnost, ublažena postojanom blagoš?u i dobrotom te povremenim proplamsajima snažne tjelesne srasti, bila je njegovo normalno stanje, koje su mu bile odredile njegova uro?ena i navikom ste?ena narav.

Family, monogamy, romance. Everywhere exclusiveness, a narrow channelling of impulse and energy.

he was breathing Lenina's perfume, filling his lungs with her essential being. His heart beat wildly; for a moment he was almost faint.

I want to know what passion is,' he said. 'I want to feel something strongly. We are all grown-up intellectually and during working hours,' he went on, 'but we are infants where feeling and desire are concerned.