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Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's read more
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.
For one heat, all know, doth drive out another,
One passion doth expel another still.
For one heat, all know, doth drive out another,
One passion doth expel another still.
I passionately hate the idea of being with it, I think an artist has always to be out of step read more
I passionately hate the idea of being with it, I think an artist has always to be out of step with his time.
Passions are likened best to floods and streams,
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.
Passions are likened best to floods and streams,
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.
In men, we various ruling passions find;
In women two almost divide the kind;
Those only fix'd, read more
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.
Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently. For in the very read more
Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently. For in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say, whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame.
These are read more
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.
The more intensely we feel about an idea or a goal, the more assuredly the idea, buried deep in our read more
The more intensely we feel about an idea or a goal, the more assuredly the idea, buried deep in our subconscious, will direct us along the path to its fulfillment.
Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for the time, leave us the weaker ever read more
Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for the time, leave us the weaker ever after.