Quotes about Passion
It is only that I want to be with you and not with anybody else - but you would get bored if I go on saying this, only it comes back and back till it drips of my pen.
— Virginia Woolf
My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring, roaring, diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?
— Virginia Woolf
He did not blame her; he blamed nothing, nobody; he saw the truth. He saw the dun-colored race of waters and the blank shore. But life is vigorous; the body lives, and the body, no doubt, dictated the reflection, which now urged him to movement, that one may cast away the forms of human beings, and yet retain the passion which seemed inseparable from their existence in the flesh.
— Virginia Woolf
Nothing happens here except that I write and write, and curse and burn.
— Virginia Woolf
I'll love you with all my heart, in every life, through every death. I will not be bound by anything but my love for you.
— Lauren Kate
I will perform My Heart Will Go On for the rest of my life and it will always remain a very emotional experience for me.
— Celine Dion
Whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do it well whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself completely in great aims and in small I have always thoroughly been in earnest.
— Charles Dickens
I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
— Charles Dickens
I'll tell you," said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper, "what real love it. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the smiter - as I did!
— Charles Dickens
I love your daughter fondly, dearly, disninterestedly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the world, I love her.
— Charles Dickens
She was more than human to me. She was a Fairy, a Sylph, I don't know what she was—anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted. I was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant. There was no pausing on the brink; no looking down, or looking back; I was gone, headlong, before I had sense to say a word to her.
— Charles Dickens
When should I awaken the heart within her that was mute and sleeping now?
— Charles Dickens