Passion

A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.

The passions are the only orators which always persuade.

The most violent passions sometimes leave us at rest, but vanity agitates us constantly.

Love is madness, if thwarted it develops fast.

This is the very ecstasy of love.

All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.

Eternal Passion!

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,

Sex is every man’s loco spot.

Love distills desire upon the eyes, love brings bewitching grace into the heart of those he would destroy. I pray that love may never come to me with murderous intent, in rhythms measureless and wild. Not fire nor stars have stronger bolts than those of Aphrodite sent by the hand of Eros, Zeus’s child.

Declamation roar’d, while Passion slept.

Beyond a mortal man impassion’d far At these voluptuous accents, he arose, Ethereal, flush’d, and like a throbbing star Seen mid the sapphire heaven’s deep repose; Into her dream he melted, as the rose, Blendeth its odour with the violet,— Solution sweet: meantime the frost-wind blows Like Love’s alarum pattering the sharp sleet Against the window-panes; St. Agnes’ moon hath set.

The greater the love, the more false to its object, Not to be born is the best for man; After the kiss comes the impulse to throttle, Break the embraces, dance while you can.

Sex is identical to comedy in that it involves timing.

It is true I swim in a perpetual sea of sex but the actual excursions are fairly limited.

Love is a spirit all compact of fire, Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.

Oh heart! oh blood that freezes, blood that burns! For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin! With their triumphs and their glories and the rest!

Sex is an emotion in motion.

This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air.

There is no passion to be found playing small.

Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant.

A man in passion rides a horse that runs away with him.

All emotion is involuntary when genuine.

Technique alone is never enough. You have to have passion. Technique alone is just an embroidered potholder.