In the alchemy of man's soul almost all noble attributes- courage, honor, love, hope, faith, duty, loyalty, and so on- can be transmuted into ruthlessness. Compassion alone stands apart from the continuous traffic between good and evil proceeding within us. Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul: where there is compassion, even the most poisonous impulses remain relatively harmless.
There is a close connection between lack of confidence and the passionate state of mind...
...passionate intensity may serve as a substitute for confidence.
Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life. Thus people haunted by the purposelessness of their lives try to find a new content not only by dedicating themselves to a holy cause but also by nursing a fanatical grievance. A mass movement offers them unlimited opportunities for both.
Only the individual who has come to terms with his self can have a dispassionate attitude toward the world.
In every passionate pursuit, the pursuit counts more than the object pursued.
The weak are not a noble breed. Their sublime deeds of faith, daring, and self-sacrifice usually spring from questionable motives. The weak hate not wickedness but weakness; and one instance of their hatred of weakness is hatred of self. All the passionate pursuits of the weak are in some degree a striving to escape, blur, or disguise an unwanted self. It is a striving shot through with malice, envy, self-deception, and a host of petty impulses; yet it often culminates in superb achievements.
Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.
A good orator is pointed and impassioned.
He is next to the gods whom reason, and not passion, impels; and who, after weighing the facts, can measure the punishment with discretion. [Lat., Diis proximus ille est Quem ratio non ira movet: qui factor rependens Consilio punire potest.]
The profoundest thought or passion sleeps as in a mine, until an equal mind and heart finds and publishes it.
I often quote myself. It adds spice to my conversation. â¢George Bernard Shaw It is better to be quotable than to be honest. â¢Tom Stoppard Now we sit through Shakespeare in order to recognize the quotations. â¢Orson Welles Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Our passions are the winds that propel our vessel. Our reason is the pilot that steers her. Without winds the vessel would not move and without a pilot she would be lost.
If one of us could ascend to the heavenly realm and for a few hours accompany the divine on His daily rounds, he would see below millions of his fellow humans busily hurling themselves into the passions, sports, and action of those around him. But if our observer had the power and omniscience of the Lord, he would also feel and sense, pulsing through and vibrating from every one of us here below, a desperate and unending plea, "Notice me! I want to be known admired, and loved by the whole world!" And it is this, this glorious weakness, this dependence of ours on each other, that makes some of us usually heroes and fools at the same time.
Make no judgments where you have no compassion.
Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly.
The most costly of all follies is to believe passionately in the palpably not true. It is the chief occupation of mankind.
Faith, enthusiasm, and passionate intensity in general are substitutes for the self-confidence born of experience and the possession of skill. Where there is the necessary skill to move mountains there is no need for the faith that moves mountains.
When we debunk a fanatical faith or prejudice, we do not strike at the root of fanaticism. We merely prevent its leaking out at a certain point, with the likely result that it will leak out at some other point. Thus by denigrating prevailing beliefs and loyalties, the militant man of words unwittingly creates in the disillusioned masses a hunger for faith. For the majority of people cannot endure the barrenness and futility of their lives unless they have some ardent dedication, or some passionate pursuit in which they can lose themselves. Thus, in spite of himself, the scoffing man of words becomes the precursor of a new faith.
From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone.
One sole desire, one passion now remains To keep life's fever still within his veins, Vengeance! dire vengeance on the wretch who cast O'er him and all he lov'd that ruinous blast.
Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.
I only wish to be the fountain of love from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion.
Absence lessens half-hearted passions, and increases great ones, as the wind puts out candles and yet stirs up the fire.