For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, One passion doth expel another still.
We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.
Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?
If we resist our passions it is more from their weakness than from our strength.
All the passions are nothing else than different degrees of heat and cold of the blood. [Fr., Toutes les passions ne sout autre chose que les divers degres de la chaleur et de la froideur du sang.]
Where passion leads or prudence points the way.
Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgment to do aught, which else fee will Would not admit.
Search then the ruling passion; there alone, The wild are constant, and the cunning known; The fool consistent, and the false sincere; Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here.
And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death.
In men, we various ruling passions find; In women two almost divide the kind; Those only fix'd, they first or last obey. The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.
The ruling passion, be it what it will, The ruling passion conquers reason still.
May I govern my passions with absolute sway, And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away.
Passions are likened best to floods and streams, The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.
Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world, And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, Which scorns a modern invocation.
Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip? Some bloody passion shakes your very frame. These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope, They do not point on me.
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!
But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise; Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes. - Isaac Watts,
Difference of object does not alter singleness of passion. It merely intensifies it. We can have but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible.
And beauty, for confiding youth, Those shocks of passion can prepare That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.
I passionately hate the idea of being with it, I think an artist has always to be out of step with his time.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.