Quotes about Passion

If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour...

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself.

I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fancy was afraid of it, lest it should burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures.

Love is my religion--I could die for it.

The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.

You are to me an object so intensely desirable that the air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy

I could centre my Happiness in you, I cannot expect to engross your heart so entirely -- indeed if I thought you felt as much for me as I do for you at this moment I do not think I could restrain myself from seeing you again tomorrow for the delight of one embrace. But no -- I must live upon hope and Chance. In case of the worst that can happen, I shall still love you -- but what hatred shall I have for another!

Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft swell and fall, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon to death.

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I could be martyr'd for my Religion — Love is my religion — I could die for that — I could die for you.